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Dear people,

it must stop. Really, like right now. Just stop.

I’m talking about the expansion of my waistline.

Those of you that have been here before might remember that I lost 30+ pounds over the summer. Well, since the school semester started back in August, I’ve done nothing but sit on my lazy butt and eat. All those nice clothes that I bought don’t fit so well anymore. I spent more on clothes in July and August than I normally would in an entire year (probably).

In years past I’d lose weight and then put it back on, doing the yo-yo dieting thing that most Americans are wont to do. See, my yo-yo’s starting to make the trip back up and I want to stop it before it goes too far. I’ve probably put on 5 to 10 pounds since August. Not good but not as bad as it could be if I was saying this in December.

I need your help.

I’m going to blog my progress. I’ll weigh myself every day and post it on here. I’ll post what I’m eating and how much exercise I’m doing. If I start to slack off and don’t update you on my progress that means I’m slacking off and YOU MUST RIDE MY ASS ABOUT IT. You can help keep me accountable, see? And if anyone wants to join in and get their ass in shape, I’ll return the favor and we can help each other.

As an immediate goal I want to do these things within a month

  • Have all my pants fit comfortably again
  • Run a 5k race

I have never run a race before and there’s a Turkey Trot 5k here at the university on November 19th so the timing is perfect.

I’ll run the 5k distance this week and see how long it takes me and then we’ll see how well I’ve progressed on race day.

To reach my goals, I’m going to hit the gym 5 days a week, watch what I eat, drink a lot of water and get in the bed by 10:30pm.

I have a Tanita body scale so I’ll be posting weight and body fat. The thing about the body scale; it’s not really all that accurate with the body fat measurement but if I weigh at the same time everyday (first thing in the morning right after I pee) it should at least be mostly consistent.


What’s new with you?

Nothin, I don’t know.

See, I just haven’t been inspired lately to write anything new. Why frickin’ not? I wonder. Man, early on this summer, I had multiple ideas coming at me everyday and I could, like, make a selection as to which ones were best to actually write about. Oh those were good times.

Nowadays I find myself coming here and refreshing to see if the blog has been updated. I’m always disappointed.

And I’ve written some funny stuff on here man. I know because I could go back and read it now and I would still laugh. I’ve written this stuff down because I find it funny and I sincerely hope others do to. And people have laughed. They told me so. And it makes me happy.

Maybe I’ve gotten duller and dumber over the summer. ‘Cause before I’d notice stuff and it would get me thinking and I’d come up with a funny angle to it and I’d write about it. Now I don’t seem to be noticing anything. And if I do, I don’t come up with anything funny to say about it.

Just so you know, I ain’t whining. I’m just stating the facts dude. This is where I am.

Man I hope something funny comes along soon or I’ll have to change the bio in my profile. I probably just need to write more in general and stuff will come to me.

Isn’t it weird how things you should be doing or you want to do, you just don’t do? And sometimes many things tie in together. Like I totally kicked ass in the gym this summer, lost 30+ pounds. For the last few weeks I’ve been lazy and eating bad. What’s up with that? And my writing on here has kinda fallen off with my focus on being healthy. See? How are they even related? I don’t know. There’s some deeper issue I guess. There’s some other things I know I should be doing but I don’t do them. It’s easier to just coast than make things better. wtf, I say. w.t.f.

Anyway, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest…

Speaking of my chest, I have about 4 chest hairs. Well I just pulled one out. What the heck man?! I’ve only got four, well, now three. I need all the chest hairs I can get! And I’m sitting here pulling them out?

Well at least my nipple hair has come in nicely.

Must. Run. Faster.

So I got pwn3d today by some teenage girls. Here’s what happened.

I went to the gym this morning to do my cardio workout. I usually do 50 minutes. Today I did 40 minutes because I planned to run around the lake that’s next to the Sanderson Center. It’s probably about a mile or so around. So I’m already soaked with sweat from the elliptical and stairclimber machines inside when I set off for my run outside.

Half way around, I’m starting to feel pretty winded and tired. About three quarters of the way, I’m (barely) running along side the “main” entrance to campus and there’s one of those little things cops put out to show you how fast you’re driving. I think the point is to encourage people to slow down.

Anyway, as I come up to it, there aren’t any cars coming up behind me but it’s registering 8 or 9 mph. I’m like I know I ain’t running that fast; I might be doing 3 mph. And then zoom this little high school looking girl comes flying by me. I’m all Heck naw, she ain’t out running me.

Well she did. By a looong shot. Then like three more girls catch up to me but by then I’d made it all the way around and was quitting.

Now these girls were chatting and stretching outside when I started my run. They probably started when I was already halfway around and they still caught me. Dang.

Now I present to you my totally good and valid excuses as to why I got smoked by some teenyboppers:

  • I had already done 40 minutes of cardio and they hadn’t even broken a sweat yet
  • They are quite a bit younger than me
  • I had to poop. Really, it’s hard to run when you gotta go twosies

It was the first time I actually ran outside in my new shoes. I didn’t strain or pull anything. I’ll write up a review of said shoes in the near future.

Papa got a brand new pair of shoes

Sometimes I’m a sucker for advertising. But. In this case I had actually been thinking about getting some strictly gym/working out shoes. My everyday shoes are what I’ve been wearing to the gym and sweating in. And they stink. So I wanted some gym-only shoes and try and defunkify my other shoes.

I’ve been seeing the commercials for the Nike Free Training shoes. Run Barefoot. etc. They’re supposed to be like running barefoot and the point of it all is to strengthen your foot. I guess it’s kinda like free weights versus weight machines. Using free weights will make you use more muscles.

I tried some on at my local athletic retail store and they felt really nice. But they didn’t have my size in the style I wanted. We were in Tupelo today treating M’s dad to Father’s day lunch. So we swung by the mall and I went shopping.

I visited every shoe store and found the one that had the best selection. They also had the “best” sales people. He explained that I shouldn’t put these shoes on and go running right away. Why? Because I didn’t grow up in Kenya running barefoot so my feet won’t be strong enough to handle it and I’d strain and/or pull something in my feet. Ok. I guess I’ll walk around for a bit first. Nah, I’ll just hit the stairclimber and treadmill and see what happens. Also, I should buy some sole inserts because they will pad his commission, er, I mean, pad my feet better. But I thought the whole point was to run barefoot? Not barefoot with rubber pads strapped to my feet. So I declined the inserts, though they did feel nice (he had me try them out and walk around of course). I added a headband and a Lance Armstrong cancer donation yellow bracelet thingy (which I gave to my sis-in-law) to my purchase and called it a day.

I’ll be trying these shoes out in the morning at the gym. If they suck, I’ll never speak of them again. If they’re awesome, I’ll expect monetary compensation from the Nike marketing department since I’ll be plugging them like mad here.

Sweating with the Fatties

Warning: A little local thing here.

I went to Abs Class today at the Sanderson Center. Apparently, I don’t have any actual abs. I was straining and grunting and panting and sweating for the full 20 minutes; it was really quite embarrassing and painful. The studio has a big glass wall between it and the hallway so no doubt those walking by found it rather amusing. Most of the time the instructor kept us on our backs with our legs in the air so my loose gym shorts would slide all the way down to my very-upper thighs and therefore my supremely white skinny thighs were blinding everyone in the room and the outside hallway.

Maybe if I keep going to the class and keep the cardio going (50 minutes for 5 days a week) maybe, just maybe I’ll develop some actual abs and be able to see them.

I plan on going to Abs Class every Monday and Wednesday at 6:00pm during the summer. Come grunt with me.