Dear Diary,
Its late. I know, I know, but I'm practicing for the eastern time zone. I'm just a few hours away from Miami b***h. Here is to having a decent weekend of fun with my buddies. And to not getting too fat. I didn't do much to help that last night. I didn't do anything that remotely resembled exercise after putting down a late afternoon burger and fries. It didn't do too much damage, but that doesn't mean I want to make this a habit. I'm gonna have to figure out how I'm gonna keep on track without a scale and without a schedule. I haven't come this far to f*** everything off for a weekend in Miami. But I'll try...
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
September 21, Day 198, 227.4 lbs, 31.5% bf
Dear Diary,
More busy times. Not much in the area of rest these days. Been ripping and running a lot lately. Did a couple of visits last night after what I think was a healthy dinner and then came home to hit the bike. I needed to get back on it after a few days without riding. I did 15 miles while watching the Sons of Anarchy. Smashed a late night protein shake and hit the ground to knock out about 200 push ups while watching the Daily Show and SportsCenter. Didn't do much in the area of sleep. I need to fix that, but I'm pretty sure its not gonna happen this week, cause I'm going to Miami b***h! Huh? Yeah it was a last minute thing. F*** no you can't go.
PS. I wasn't doing the push ups with any thought of looking good on the beach. Really.
More busy times. Not much in the area of rest these days. Been ripping and running a lot lately. Did a couple of visits last night after what I think was a healthy dinner and then came home to hit the bike. I needed to get back on it after a few days without riding. I did 15 miles while watching the Sons of Anarchy. Smashed a late night protein shake and hit the ground to knock out about 200 push ups while watching the Daily Show and SportsCenter. Didn't do much in the area of sleep. I need to fix that, but I'm pretty sure its not gonna happen this week, cause I'm going to Miami b***h! Huh? Yeah it was a last minute thing. F*** no you can't go.
PS. I wasn't doing the push ups with any thought of looking good on the beach. Really.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
September 20, Day 197, 227.8 lbs, 29% bf
Dear Diary,
Uh. Yeah. So it looks like Monday nights are gonna screw me for some time to come. I had another night of getting stuck while watching football. I was able to move myself from the seat during a commercial, but didn't make it to the bike. I finally hit the floor and did just a few push ups. Pretty weak overall, but I had an itty bitty drop. Nothing worth bragging over, but I can be glad it wasn't an increase. Here's to working it off tonight. I. Need to get back to my H.A.M. time with the Sons of Anarchy tonight. That is all. No magical stories of unicorns and rainbows. Gotta leave something for my dreams. Peace out f***er.
Uh. Yeah. So it looks like Monday nights are gonna screw me for some time to come. I had another night of getting stuck while watching football. I was able to move myself from the seat during a commercial, but didn't make it to the bike. I finally hit the floor and did just a few push ups. Pretty weak overall, but I had an itty bitty drop. Nothing worth bragging over, but I can be glad it wasn't an increase. Here's to working it off tonight. I. Need to get back to my H.A.M. time with the Sons of Anarchy tonight. That is all. No magical stories of unicorns and rainbows. Gotta leave something for my dreams. Peace out f***er.
Monday, September 19, 2011
September 19, Day 196, 228 lbs, 28% bf
Dear Diary,
I had a long day yesterday. Saturday I did a surprise half marathon. Huh? Well I do go by the name SoopaMike, but no I don't think that I'm Superman. It's not like the light of the yellow sun did anything to help me get healed. And by the way I'm about 90% recovered. As if you gave a f***. Huh? Thanks for the confirmation. Anyway, Sunday was a full marathon day at church. I was there from 9 am and didn't make it home until about 7:30 pm. I was pooped. Had a great time, but I didn't eat that great. Somewhere in the afternoon I had a huge cupcake, followed by a snapple and a cookie later that day, which wasn't wise. It's not like they were preaching against gluttony. But f*** it. Huh? No a**hole that wasn't a suggestion. Cupcakes don't really have a butt, though they can add to yours. Speaking of butts, I have to find a way to stay off of mine when I'm watching football. I just realized I can't move when it's on. I need to be in position, doing whatever it is that I need to be doing when football comes on. Like say on a bike. I realize now that football is my kryptonite. And I watch it from my fortress of lazytude. Huh? Don't you ever call me pooperman again. A**hole.
I had a long day yesterday. Saturday I did a surprise half marathon. Huh? Well I do go by the name SoopaMike, but no I don't think that I'm Superman. It's not like the light of the yellow sun did anything to help me get healed. And by the way I'm about 90% recovered. As if you gave a f***. Huh? Thanks for the confirmation. Anyway, Sunday was a full marathon day at church. I was there from 9 am and didn't make it home until about 7:30 pm. I was pooped. Had a great time, but I didn't eat that great. Somewhere in the afternoon I had a huge cupcake, followed by a snapple and a cookie later that day, which wasn't wise. It's not like they were preaching against gluttony. But f*** it. Huh? No a**hole that wasn't a suggestion. Cupcakes don't really have a butt, though they can add to yours. Speaking of butts, I have to find a way to stay off of mine when I'm watching football. I just realized I can't move when it's on. I need to be in position, doing whatever it is that I need to be doing when football comes on. Like say on a bike. I realize now that football is my kryptonite. And I watch it from my fortress of lazytude. Huh? Don't you ever call me pooperman again. A**hole.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
September 18, Day 195, 227.2 lbs, 29% bf
Dear Diary,
I'm not sure if I told you yesterday, but walking an impromptu damned half marathon may have been a mistake. My legs are killing me. I iced up last night like I never have. And now this morning I'm wearing tights under my clothes to keep my muscles warm. I say may have been a mistake because there was good that came out of it, though it hurt like hell. I had a good drop yesterday after the walk, and even though I didn't get an evening workout in after putting down a burger and some sweets I weigh less than I did Friday. I love weekend decreases. And though this isn't the lowest I've weighed I think it may be the lowest weight/body fat combo I've had. Either way I feel good about things. With the exception of my legs. F*** these things hurt.
I'm not sure if I told you yesterday, but walking an impromptu damned half marathon may have been a mistake. My legs are killing me. I iced up last night like I never have. And now this morning I'm wearing tights under my clothes to keep my muscles warm. I say may have been a mistake because there was good that came out of it, though it hurt like hell. I had a good drop yesterday after the walk, and even though I didn't get an evening workout in after putting down a burger and some sweets I weigh less than I did Friday. I love weekend decreases. And though this isn't the lowest I've weighed I think it may be the lowest weight/body fat combo I've had. Either way I feel good about things. With the exception of my legs. F*** these things hurt.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
September 17, Day 194, 226.2 lbs, 33% bf
Dear Diary,
My feet hurt. I just walked/jogged 13.37 miles in a 3:45 walk. I was on a damn quest. Huh? No it was just me. The tribe, and I'm not sure why you're calling them that, were at home. F*** I wanted to quit so many times, but I was so far from home. I was also thinking about hitting one of the many diners I passed on the way to get some food and give my aching feet a rest. There were some nice little pubs in the middle of nowhere. Anywhere would have been better, so I kept going. I hit four cities during todays walk. All the way from Gardena to Hermosa Beach and back. I said to myself when I was almost halfway through, Damn Mike what you walk so far for?
Anyway, I was gonna call TLO to come get me but I never gave in. I'm tired. Time to go have fun. But not too much. I don't want to gain back what I just lost. Speaking of lost, you seen my wallet?
Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers, had my jimmy hats, I got to get it man, I gots to get it...Uh, no. I wasn't in El Segundo. Why do you ask?
Friday, September 16, 2011
September 16, Day 193, 229.2 lbs, 29.5% bf
Dear Diary,
Half a pound here, half a pound there. That's an OK way to lose, but not a good way to gain. It just sneaks up on you. Next thing you know, I'm fat again. Well, I'm currently fat, but I'm working on that. I'm not as fat as I used to be, but I'm a little fatter than I've recently been. Though an argument can be made that I'm gaining muscle, which is causing me to gain weight before I eventually lose it by burning fat. Whew... All of this back and forth is having a niggling effect on my psyche. Huh? I did not call you anything. And I most definitely didn't use the N word. Oh, I see what you mean. You're ignorant. And I don't mean like the more readily used variant of the N word. Actually I do, I'm just not calling you that. You're not ignorant alone. I'm obviously ignorant of how to keep losing weight. It doesn't seem to matter that I rode 20 miles on the exercise bike last night. Yes, I had Lomo Saltado for dinner last night. No, I don't know the calorie count. But I can tell you that I didn't eat all of the rice. There weren't too many fries either. All I'm saying is that I continue to do things that I think are OK and I keep going the wrong way. So I must be ignorant of what I really need to do to lose weight. Forget the fact that I lost 36 pounds already. This s**t is just annoying. By the way dips**t, that's what the word I used meant. Not a little N word as you suggested. But I do have an N-word for your dumb a**. Nincompoop. That's you. Now f*** off.
Half a pound here, half a pound there. That's an OK way to lose, but not a good way to gain. It just sneaks up on you. Next thing you know, I'm fat again. Well, I'm currently fat, but I'm working on that. I'm not as fat as I used to be, but I'm a little fatter than I've recently been. Though an argument can be made that I'm gaining muscle, which is causing me to gain weight before I eventually lose it by burning fat. Whew... All of this back and forth is having a niggling effect on my psyche. Huh? I did not call you anything. And I most definitely didn't use the N word. Oh, I see what you mean. You're ignorant. And I don't mean like the more readily used variant of the N word. Actually I do, I'm just not calling you that. You're not ignorant alone. I'm obviously ignorant of how to keep losing weight. It doesn't seem to matter that I rode 20 miles on the exercise bike last night. Yes, I had Lomo Saltado for dinner last night. No, I don't know the calorie count. But I can tell you that I didn't eat all of the rice. There weren't too many fries either. All I'm saying is that I continue to do things that I think are OK and I keep going the wrong way. So I must be ignorant of what I really need to do to lose weight. Forget the fact that I lost 36 pounds already. This s**t is just annoying. By the way dips**t, that's what the word I used meant. Not a little N word as you suggested. But I do have an N-word for your dumb a**. Nincompoop. That's you. Now f*** off.
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