I am sorry that last week was the first week in a good while that I didn’t blog. We had a snow storm in the Philadelphia area and from those two days of being stuck around the house to a trip to the shore and then a show at Parx I went into spiral staircase of fried food, sugar infused goodness and booze. I had pizza at Mack’s, wings from the old Tuckers, and cheesesteaks from Old Roman. And from their it went running around Bensalem and Wildwood.
See, I don’t need anyone to call me out, I can call myself out. I see what I am doing, I make the choices not matter what the choices anyone around me makes. Coach was calling me a weekend warrior today. Fucker doesn’t know how hard it is to be in the business that I am, needing that energy at midnight for another set while most gym heads and fitness freaks have been on bed since 9:30 on a Friday night. But I am not making excuses it just is what it is. It’s something I have to reel back in a bit since I have goals and no matter what anyone says I won’t let myself down.
Sunday my sons best friend JonJon got maried and it was very nice to get invited as a family. I had a great afternoon with everyone.
The one good thing is that although I might be where I was this time last year weight wise, My body has definitely changed. Coach did say that much to me as he proceeded to bust my balls.
I just feel stuck, I miss my old gym and gym family event though a lot of them are off doing their own thing. I don’t like crossfit. It’s not for me. I like bootcamps. I don’t mind pushing myself. I don’t want to have 3 gym memberships. I don’t want to drop in all over God’s creation for $10 bucks a pop cause guess what it adds up. But I have to break a sweat more than once or twice a week. I have to push myself because surgery this year took a lot out of me and I haven’t fully recovered mentally. I am not paying $100 plus for a group class thing when I guess I could really suck up a Crunch membership and just do whatever they offer. But I totally hate that area of Langhorne and the traffic. So I am lost. I hate that I love to bike ride but I have to put my bike on a rack or in my truck to go anywhere cause riding around Bensalem, people will run you over and leave you in a ditch here in the suburbs. You are safer in Philly.
I did get a week of heavy lifting in this week so there is that.
So here I am, at the crossroads, drifting out at sea, Captain Misery!
I guess I’m going to have to figure out a game plan and sooner than later.
I hate the holidays. I know that mini-me has to work on Easter Sunday but the older brat wouldn’t commit to dinner or anything so I just said screw it and bought Flyers tickets on Stubhub. (he paid $50 worth of them with a Christmas GF) Thank you Jesus! Happy Easter. Xfinity afterwards sounds good afterwards too.
So I hope everyone enjoys their weekend and holiday. The days of Easter Egg hunts and Easter chaos are long gone for me but Easter was always my grandma’s favorite of the Italian guilt filled catholic holidays and I always miss her this time of the calendar cycle.
Just like Easter is a time of spiritual rebirth… Monday will come and we’ll do it all again.