Going to ruin a good day of weight loss today on my Hooters chicken wing eating contest lol well, at least it’s protein
For unlimited wings last night, not bad. It could have been much worse, and it was a long ago preplanned treat, so no harm.
Time for 1500 and an hour workout today to get back on track
It bounced back up, and that could very well be due to no sleep and a huge amount of water I just drank.
But damn I just had a great workout, been too long since I’ve been on it for so long. Way too long. One step at a time, I’ll get there. As hard as it may be.
Damn what a great morning. What a great drop. Now I can finally get over say 125. It’s now 126.
Exactly 125 lost to start off with. It seems fitting. I can’t wait until 200. I can’t wait for my tattoo. Then after that work for 194 to say I’ve lost 150 pounds. Then work for about 185, then do some major bulking and take my body to it’s potential.
But that takes work. Lots of it. And I’m starting over today. I’m going to make it a habit to put that work in again.
My 30 for 90 plan failed. Horribly. I did amazingly well in January but fell apart and have yet to fully recover since february. It’s time to just start over and have a new beginning. I weighed in at 218.8 this morning, the lowest it’s ever been, but I’m sure it will be higher tomorrow. Every day this first week I am doing two things: eating below 1500 calories per day and working out one hour per day. All I need is one week, one week of insane discipline and work to get me back on track. I need it to be an obsession again. I’m so close, but right now I’ll never get there unless I make sacrifices. I’m going to have a lot less late nights, and the ones that do go one will only be with my closest friends and Danielle. Because everything else has to become secondary again. Only temporarily, but right now it’s what I need. I need that fitness obsession back, and over time I’ve lost it. I’ve given in to pleasures, and I don’t like that dependency. I want to feel strong again. And after this week, after this week of struggles and what will be me overcoming them and breaking the habits I’ve relearned, then I will feel strong again.
Day 1 will start tomorrow with weigh ins. I have no goals, no deadlines, none of that. But I do have rules. And even if I don’t lose a pound, if I follow those two rules I’ll feel strong again
Stress. Friends. Family. Munchies. Irregular sleep schedule. Classes.
I have a lot of excuses as to why I haven’t progressed. But not today. Not anymore.
Fuck this shit. If everything else fell apart, I need to be able to say at least I have this. At least I have this in my control
Aaagh I know I’m better than this. My effort isn’t reflecting on the scale, and if I don’t lose another pound in the next two days I’m going to actually lose money. I’m going to have to be tough as shit the rest of this week
I’m behind. It’s time to come to terms that I won’t be 200 by April 1st.
But I will definitely be as low of a weight as possible by then. I can still be 205. I’m feeling momentum. It will be so nice being under 220, seeing that 21 to start the scale. I have things to fight for now. To work for. Not only for myself, for the memories, but also for others. I need to be an inspiration.
I had an old fat friend message me last night. He said I was an inspiration to him. That he was tired of being the fattest man on campus. That he needed help.
I’m going to help this dude. I know I’ve taken a pause, I’ve given in a lot these last two weeks. But not anymore. I need to be the best I can be for this guy. I need to show him what’s possible. I need to help him, and little does he know he’ll be helping me
After a weekend of not giving a shit with parties and the Super Bowl and no real physical activity? I’m glad to say there was no change in my weight. That’s good, I can’t wait until I get under 200 and maintaining weight or gaining is my priority over losing. That’ll be fun
But now that the weekend is over it’s time to get back on track. I’ll be under 222 tomorrow