I hope this week finds everyone well. I seem to say that a lot. But it’s true. You never know who out there struggling. And in the end I’m not talking about just dieting. I think sometimes it’s all tied together. And a good mental health will make everything else better. I struggle. I fight. I would sing songs with my eyes closed most of the night. Sometimes I still do. Although I try my best to make eye contact and sing directly at people. I don’t see the pointing at me like I used to. Definitely weird.
The week got away from me. Tuesday came and I got on the scale And I wish I could say that I had some amazing food but I didn’t really. Well I do take that back. After my show on Saturday I had a grilled cheese bacon sandwich, just a half a one. It was to die for. I also had two brisket and bacon tacos. Yes bacon was the theme since it was a bacon festival in a park a few blocks from my house. It was even nicer to have my friends with me having fun.
I guess I can recap the last few days quickly. Friday we had a wedding. I absolutely love this bride. She texted me in a panic Friday morning at 7 AM. Mostly because she just had anxiety. It had nothing to do with me or the band. It was cool to be a lifeline She’s been through hell and I told her that she was a fucking warrior and that we were going to have a blast. I was actually the officiant of her wedding. I think I did a pretty good job at it. I got a lot of great feedback. Just enough Franco mixed with a little God and love. Sounds like a perfect ceremony. Baba played guitar for it. And they were extremely happy with what we brought to the table together. The Bride and groom make sure to spend some time with Baba after the wedding and I always like that because it makes my team feel good.
Saturday morning found me in the car at 7:30am heading to the beach. My house was already full of people who of course had to text and Snapchat me the entire time I was at the wedding knowing that I can’t answer because they are a bunch of wise asses. It does make me sad to miss out on a lot of the fun but we did our best on Saturday to make up for it. Even for a few hours before showtime. Then for an hour or two after show time. The funny thing is that the show was great Saturday. We played before one of my friends and you know me if you are reading this, I don’t just jump on stage with other bands. It’s not my thing. I like to do it to other people. But I do not like to do it. I am way too self-conscious. Most of the time I am in flip-flops, shorts with my legs and loose skin all over the place. Nope not happening. But when this particular friend asked me to sing with them, there was no chance in hell that I was not going to do it. He has not been doing well healthwise and I will always cherish the two minute video of me on stage with him.
I went to bed by 10:30 on Saturday night. I am a crazy man. The good thing is I was up first thing on Sunday and by at 10:30 AM we were already rolling out with a new crew to grab drinks and lunch. We sat outside for quite a few hours catching some sun, having drinks and great company. Sunday night took me back to my jersey shore home and although many of our friends were tired out from the weekend it was nice to see so many that were able to man up.
It was a great show and I came home to Philadelphia early on Monday because we want to get the pool clean and see the dogs. I absolutely hate walking them at the shore. But I definitely miss having them with me.
So when I got on the scale on Tuesday I have been fighting to get back to my lowest weight since before Florida. Not really sure why because I am eating keto for the most part but at the same time I think I’ve been going over my calories every day. And maybe my body needs that. I just feel like come 8 o’clock I am always famished. I definitely will have two fast a little more often to balance everything out. Nothing crazy but maybe a 36 hour fast every two weeks to just repair and balance everything out. As of this morning I was down 5 pounds this week from the 10 pounds that I put on between Florida and this past weekend. Sitting comfortably at 249.8lbs. 240 here I come. I would love to be 235 before we go to Nashville but I am not going to push it. Slow and steady wins the race. It’s nice to know that I can have a little fun and then buckle down and get back to where I was without much stress.
So that’s it honestly. I have a quite a few friends out there crushing it. And it’s great to see. The weekend is upon us and I have off today. Maybe I will go get myself into some trouble tonight with the Mrs. – you never know.