Well it’s Thursday. What’s up everyone. Lot’s of stuff going on here family wise and it’s been a stressful week. I have been fighting a bad batch of Poison something or other and am on my second round of pregnisone. Not sure if that has anything to do with anything but I am at 299.0 and I guess I would have liked to have been a lot less at this point, I’ll take being under 300 lbs right now.
This is what 299 looks on me.
I got to OTF 2x this week and boot camp 3x and made all my sessions with Doc. So I am putting in the work. My eating isn’t bad. It’s not perfect but it’s not bad. So I am putting in the work. So this is the week that I am going to call bullshit on myself and while I want to feel sorry for myself and whine and I can feel myself wanting to slide into a little depression I am not going to. I am going to practice what I preach, keep doing what I am doing and trust the process. I am going to tweak a few things and keep pushing things forward.
My dad had a tux made for me in Canada by a supplier of his. It’s a $1000 tux and I honestly don’t buy into that shit. I really wanted my dad to make it it for me. I figured someday it might be the suit I get buried in. I might as well go meet my maker in a tuxedo right. It would mean more than $1000 to me if my pop would have made it for me. He’s a master tailor. But he was having trouble getting the goods and everything he needed in line to do that and this was quicker. I got it in the mail yesterday. I went to his friend, (another Franco the tailor) in NE Philly today. He fit me up. Pinned the hell out of it and it’s already on it’s way to NC to my dad to perform surgery on it to make it perfect. That’s what happens when someone says I look like I am wearing a potato sack. My Brother Tony and I are similar in the fact that we always tried to look nice because my dad is a baller and he’s going to look nice when he’s dressed down and walking to a garage sale. I saw him in a t-shirt this summer and just about had a heart attack.
I’ve never wanted to be the fat slob guy. Fat and a guy I had to be but slob… never. I went through a period at my heaviest that it was just hard to find clothes. And even when you found something, you might have thought it was cool, you looked nice. You didn’t. Being on stage and needing clothes just sucked. I have cried and had panic attacks in many a dressing room. Halloween? Forget it. And of course I slim down and I don’t need a Halloween costume. DA FUCK!
Guess what though. Last week I was up in helicopter. I did that. I can’t wait to tackle another fear. Another milestone.
I am heading to the shore tomorrow for one last little block of days. I’ll keep pushing on. Practice what you preach. You don’t want to get called on your bullshit. #teamfranco will know if I’m slacking.