Consistency is the Defense of a Small Mind.

Its funny, I've been going to the gym consistently for a while now, and it's incredible the amount of confidence I'm gaining from it...even more than the muscle I'm gaining. I feel so much better about myself when I go. Anyway, hopefully with this diligence I won't stay fat for long haha.

Life.

It's been a while since I wrote in here. Um, my world kind of came crashing down around me when Lindsey left, but I've been finding solace in the gym. I've been going 3 times a week though.

Worrisome.

Bit of a delay til I can get the money together to find out what this lump on my groin is. Could be a hernia, could be swollen lymph nodes, a cyst, or even and abscess. Thank you WebMD for leaving me not only confused, but also worried since I clearly don't have the money to fix any of those problems.

So unless one of you is a doctor and I don't know it, I'm screwed. Fuck. And I was getting off to such a good start. Er, re-start.

Slacking.

I went for a jog/walk last night. Basically I jogged until my side hurt (which wasn't long). Using Google Pedometer, I found out that one lap around my block is just a little over a quarter mile. I made 4 laps and went the fuck home. Exercise done. More to come soon.

Just For Reference...

FUCK FLUTTER KICKS. My abs, my hips and my ass are all sore as hell. Minor soreness in my chest and shoulders from other exercises. Thomas, I know you can't read this, but diamond push ups suck too. They make me sore.

Get moto.

So, I'm pretty fucking pumped. Gonna sweat my ass off tonight. No more slacking. No more excuses. Like Thomas says, I just gotta get moto and get shit done. 245? NO WAY! 190? FUCK YES.

Bald-faced Liar.

So after making no real progress, I've decided to up the workout. Still doing the treadmill, but doing it every day now. I gotta gotta gotta lose some damn weight. I'm gonna add push ups everyday, and sit ups too. I'm going to lose 30lbs by July 4th, no matter what. I unfortunately had to shave off my goatee, but in doing so, I finally realized how truly fat I've gotten, it's amazing how much weight the goatee hides.
Horrifying, isnt it? On that note, I'm outta here.

Hmmm

So my best buddy Thomas comes back from Marine Corps boot camp in about a month. That gives me about a month before he decides to try and run me to death. Jogging and I aren't exactly the best of friends, but I know that if I'm not in some semblance of better shape he's going to out and out kill me. Ugh. I hate jogging. Oh well, its better than having MCMAP practiced on me.

eesh

I am the proud owner of an aching pair of calves. I've been faithfully hitting the treadmill, but I'm gonna give tonight a rest before I hurt something from overuse. Tomorrow night I'm gonna get back on and keep chugging on. Cause I'm the Juggernaut, bitch. Get your scouter out cause I'm OVER 9000!!!!!

El Update-o.

So last night I actually hit the treadmill, and not only did I do it, I made it my bitch for an hour! Tonight is the gym and a run-in with some weights!

Time flies...

Its hard to believe that I'm going to be 25....jeez, I'm damn near 30 already. I'm so....OLD. It seems like just yesterday I was just getting out of high school. Wow. Oh, and my birthday is April 29th.

Soooooo....

I'm having trouble getting motivated. I offered to become Brandon's jogging partner but he didn't seem to interested. I need someone to go with me because I know when I go by myself I half-ass it. I also probably need to just pack my gym bag the night before, because if I don't, I know I won't in the morning. You know, this has started to be more of an excuse blog than a weight loss update. I gotta work on that...

That's the end of this story time kiddies. So, voice your support, or make fun of the fat slacker. It doesn't really matter which.

Quick-o

Well, just a quick update this time. I've lost about 3lbs. The bitch tits still remain. Give it time. Oh, and go read Kelli's Paradox.

Stupid life.

So I haven't quite been following through on my exercise. Monday my back was killing me, and yesterday I was just too damned tired to follow through. Not that I feel any different today, but I should probably at least do the treadmill work. They say hard work never killed anyone, but we all know thats not true. Dammit, quit whining you pussy. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!?! Okay, calm. I'm gonna do it. Gotta do it. I can't stay this fat forever.

In other news, I have developed a taste for Dropkick Murphys. I cant help but sing along to I'm Shipping Up to Boston. Maybe I should get some for my ipod. So far the workout mix contains a lot of Megadeth, Slayer, Pantera, Children of Bodom, and a little Rammstein. I'm rambling.

So, kiddies, I'll see you on my next entry.

rah

So today is the official start of the exercise portion of the de-fatassation. An hour on the treadmill combined with 200 pushups and 150 situps. Hopefully it helps.

Oh, here's a pic of me around 200lbs to help for comparison. Big difference, huh?

Establishment.

Okay people, I promised that I would update this again and give you my current weight, measurements, BMI, etc. Can't really set a goal without knowing what youre up against, right? Okay, well, here goes.

Weight: 246lbs
Body Fat %: 34.8%
BMI: 36
Chest (over the nipple): 47"
Waist (over the belly button): 46"
Hip (umm, across the hip): 42"
Arms (average, not flexing): 14"
Thighs (average): 26"

Wow. Depressing, isn't it? By the way, the BMI of 36 makes me obese. This is also known as being fat as hell. I figure it probably won't hurt to just set a few goals.

Ideal Weight: 190, but I'll be happy to be 200lbs or under.

I'd also like to be able to run again. Like, run a mile or something again without stopping.

Ooh, and not have random aches in my knees, ankles, and back! That'd be awesome.

Shit, I'm rambling. I should take off, go get some caffeine, and make some food. Maybe a bowl of cereal or some soup. Dammit, I want a cheeseburger already.

Well, well, well.

I'm not exactly looking forward to this whole dieting thing. It means cutting out all the foods I like. Well, if I ever need motivation, I can just look at this picture and say, "Holy fuck, I really am that fat."

Next post will feature my height, weight, body fat percentage, BMI, and measurements, all with candid, but shameful accuracy.

Maybe it'll help motivate me. Or it could depress me more. Who knows.

The First Step...

...is always admitting you have a problem. Here's mine: I'm fat. There, I said it. I'm FAT. I used to be a muscular 5'8-ish 190lbs. Now, I'm still 5'8-ish 245lbs. The major change is my change of lifestyle. I used to go work out, lift weights, swim, goof around, etc. Nowadays, I eat a lot of fast food and occupy the couch a lot. Well, it's about time I change that, don't you think? Well, I fully intend to keep you informed along the way, with weight and measurement and picture updates. Stay tuned, kiddies. The fun has only just begun.