Domingo

All last week I was faithful to my diet. I ate everything I was allowed to eat and excercised like a beast. No cheating, no cutting corners, nothing....I did great. My Motivation? Sunday...My one Cheat Meal! Amy and I went to PF Changs. Freakin' Yum! I was motivated to devour anything and everything edible in my way...I deserved it. We ordered an appetizer and our main course entrees. I couldn't wait. The appetizer (Crab Wontons) was fantastic. I practically ate the plate. Then, the meals were served. I had Changs Spicy Chicken and Amy had her fabulous Mongolian Beef (of course). Shortly after I began eating, I felt a funny feeling inside. A familiar feeling....hmmmm....what could it be? The more I ate the stronger it became until suddenly, it became clear to me..."Oh no"...I'm full. It can't be! I just started eating! I began to subconsciously argue with myself but the fact of the matter was that I just couldn't eat anymore. Crap! What a way to reward myself!...a full plate of delicious food that I can't possibly enjoy because my stomach is being a freaking wuss. ugh....Anyway, to make a long story short. I took it to go and "voila!" Dinner....

I'm a freaking Transformer

Well, what can I say? I'm fat. Since I was a baby I've always had a "weight" issue. I've gone from fat to thin about a dozen times in my life. I gain weight eating extremely unhealthy foods and lose it in a very unheathy way. Let me explain:

Calorie overload - FAT

Basically, I eat a "romping" amount of food which "I" consider a serving. Then, I'll do something un-physical until a couple of hours later when I'll stuff my fat face with another heart attack on a plate. But what kills me or should I say "kills my body" is when I ram a plethora of unsaturated fat in my gut before going to bed. Hmmm....yes I know...Gross. Sometimes with constantly having something to do or somewhere to be I just don't eat. Oh but trust me....I don't go to bed hungry. I make up for all my meals missed. Sad to admit but what the heck, it's true. Unhealthy eh?

Malnourishment - THIN

Well, getting thin for me is all about malnutrition and over-excercising. Once I start jiggling in places that aren't supposed to jiggle - I draw the line. I eat a nice big breakfast at the top of my day and excercise two to three times a day if possible. Notice how I didn't mention a healthy lunch, dinner, 100 calorie bar, slim fast...nope NOTHING. I shut my fat mouth...I don't even breathe from it. I basically burn the fat and the only feul intake I have is my breakfast. Unhealthy eh?

Well, the fat is back. I'm not at my worst but I'm not where I want to be. I gained it doing my "Calorie Overload" plan but I'm ready to commit to losing it in a healthy way for the first time. Since last Monday I've been eating healthy and excercising on regular basis. So far I've lost 5 pounds which is pretty slow compared to the five I would lose in two days doing it my way, but it's healthy. My goal is to basically lose what I gained - 30 pounds. I was at 170lbs which was perfect! Arms not too big, no bird chest, and some decent ab definition. (Plus - No Love-Handles!!!) I am now at 195lbs due to the 5lbs I lost but I still hit 200lbs which is depressing. I'll keep you posted on my progress...

My Goal!!! - 170

Seersuckers and a Neon Shirt

Ladies and Gentlemen I have a brand new addiction. For years I've refused to play it, watch it, or even talk about it, unless it was to make fun of it and the people who do it. My friends - call me what you will but I think GOLF is heaven sent! Before the Glorious month of June, asking me to play golf was like asking a fat kid to go to a salad bar. The answer travels an exaggerated amount beyond a simple "No". I want to sprint, slide, tackle, catch, sweat, bleed...Holy Crap I want to play - A SPORT. I mean C'mon! There is nothing Sport-like about a supposed "Sport" with a fashion statement. Moreover, it has never ceased to boggle my mind how a man or woman smacking a tiny, weightless ball into an ingenious hole in the ground earned the right to be considered an "athlete". Anyway, my friend Danny - being the all-around sports junkie that he is invited me to go to the driving range with him. It wasn't a real game - I can wear whatever I want - and I can smack a whole bunch of balls as hard and as far as I can. Eh, he convinced me. I got my bucket of balls, one of Danny's clubs and set myself up in my traditional (I'm going to smack the buhjeesus out of you) baseball stance. I swung at that thing as if it murdered my family and....it went nowhere. To the left, to the right, on the ground and of course, the occasional "STRIKE!" I even swung at it so hard that it flew out my hand and I promise you - no lie - the club went further than the ball! (Those who know me, ask Danny - he'll never let me live it down) Wow, absolutely pathetic! Some dude close to us I suppose couldn't take it anymore and decided to give us some pointers. Slowly but surely I noticed that my golf balls were flying longer and straighter. He showed us the machanics of a proper swing, weight control, balance, the importance of "the follow through" etc. Suddenly, I began to realize that this pointless un-athletic "Sport" was pretty hard. After we left I coudn't wait until I could do it again. (which happened to be the very next day) I now have my own set of clubs, balls, shoes, and of course my Michael Jackson Nike glove. I play and practice about twice a week and I'm getting better...slowly. Finally, so you know....Golf is not considered a sport because of it's difficulty, constant need of practice, and demanding competition. No my fellow bloggers! The answer lies behind the wheel of a "Life-threatening, heart pumping stallion" also known as "The Golf Cart". -Peace