Day 30..gotta love a rest day.
No running yesterday, nice…and only 4 miles today, gravy…I may be fat but running anything less than 5 miles at this point seems easy, that may change after I throw down 7 miles on the weekend…
It’s been weird on the new and improved version 400 man diet, I’m not normally going at it alone, usually at least one of my fat friends is trying to have an attempt at themselves…
And then I discover that Beagle might secretly be working out… Look…very flexible beagle…
This morning I tipped the silver hatred at 232.8 pounds, not bad…payback from yesterday’s groundhog I suppose.
I managed a couple eggs, some nuts, a burger, cups and cups of raw veg…the usual…
And another day of coffee…it doesn’t quite have the appeal it used to, it’s almost like I’m a kid again having it for the first time…almost like it needs sugar…something I gave up at the 10 coffee a day point when I was an office worker.
All that coffee sugar adds up.
232.8…it’s been slow losing the weight this time around, on the 21 day sugar detox I was under 230 but I did start lighter I suppose…That was a highly restrictive diet…super low carb. Hell I had my burger on a bun yesterday…I drank a few beers on the weekend. On the sugar detox that sort of thing can’t happen, but that isn’t realistic for life is it?
Tonight is poker night, the famed night of a dozen egg rolls. That won’t be happening, in fact I will attempt not to eat a thing…but 10 hours at a poker table can throw a little hunger at a man…we shall see.
I didn’t go last week in an attempt to preserve the diet and I took $860 the week before, it simply wouldn’t be right no to go tonight…and who knows…maybe I’ll get lucky again.
I may have poked a bit of fun at the fatest around the last couple of days but really, Parker is exercising…it’s soccer season and he is out there murdering lawns just gettin around.
I do wish I had a copy of his passport photo to show you where his journey began, and I’m not talking about the UK…
I’m trying to discuss the extra 100 pounds he has managed to squeeze into that soccer jersey.
Something to remember though kids, those of you that are fat and using a bad back as an excuse not to get out there and do something…this fatty is on his 4th or maybe even it’s his 5th back operation…and he is out there rubbing shoulders on the pitch with 18 year olds…
I should add that Beagle does play baseball, or softball maybe…but I’m sure we can all agree beer league ball isn’t the same exercise as rec soccer…not even close. I’d say that 5 minutes of rec soccer is the equivalent exertion as an entire day of beer league ball…
like it or not, beer league ball won’t find you chasing around guys half your age with 5 times the skill. The agony.
The Quote of the Day:
I’m kind of comfortable with getting older because it’s better than the other option, which is being dead. So I’ll take getting older.
George Clooney
Makes sense to me. Tomorrow is the end of the month and although it seems like I won’t hit my 20 pound goal I’m good with what I’ve done…
Not the sunniest or warmest day but it could be worse, think shovel… Cheerio
