There is a fine line sometimes between things you want and things you need. Sometimes it’s not so easy. I have always wanted a muscle car. It was never a big concern because I could not really fit into them. So while I dreams of flying to the shore in one and blasting music on my way to see my grandma… she’s gone… and I am still just in my truck… which not only do I need for the band but was something that over the past 15 years I could fit in. I mean my last three vehicles were massive. And mostly cause I could fit in it. When I started this journey 3 years ago, I posted a picture of a Challenger on Facebook and said that when I lost the 100 pounds that I would buy it.. But life happens and in the end talk myself out it most of the time… I was very close to pulling the trigger on Wednesday at Reedman and just couldn’t do it. Here she is… I was flying around the test track at Reedman and had already decided that I was going to call her Rosalita. Something wasn’t right. I wanted to come home and talk about it… well that went well and then while I was at the studio I got a bullshit text from the salesman telling me that someone else was calling about it… and I just told them that if someone wanted it to sell it. Bullshit sales tactics don’t scare me. They’ll be others.
Today makes 32 days since I started my meal plan with Jason at Back to Basics Fitness in Penndel. I have had scrambled eggs for 32 days for breakfast. I have eaten at least 1-2 chicken meals a day since then. I can count the baby stumbles on 2 fingers. I have behaved. I have worked hard and yesterday I was at exactly 100 pounds lost again to the 10th of a pound and today 1.5 lbs came back over night. WTF. My body sucks. But since I started 32 days ago I am down just about 13 pounds and we know I am lifting heavy 3 days a week at least and I know my body is changing. Since I pretty much am an open book when it comes to this journey, You’ll see that the scale numbers on the left SUCK ASS! How is that for professional tone?
So yesterday I ate and went into the bedroom. I pulled the size 40 jeans out of the drawer. Still have the tags on them. I smashed all the butt I could in there. I laid on my back on the bed and those damn jeans buttoned and with just a little ass hanging out, and the jeans were on. Now they felt painted on and I surely wasn’t putting my wallet or keys or anything in the pockets but part of me thought that keeping a steady course will get them on much better by memorial day for sure. But I wish there was video of my trying to get them on. I think it’s a whole lot funnier in my head. Next time maybe. Fat guy in little jeans.
My coach took away a few carbs this week but honestly it’s not a big deal, I am still getting 2100-2300 calories most days and while the weekends are hard on anyone watching what they eat…. The week is pretty easy for me with the all my gym time included. The weekends are another story.
I am gonna sign off. Just wanted to try and catch everyone up.
Until next week.
Yaaaassss! Look at you! I’m so proud of you! I know seeing that extra 1.5 sucked, but you are there. RIGHT THERE! And you’ve been trying to get back there all year. So BOOM! You’re doing the right thing mister and, once again, crushing your goals! You should be proud of yourself! I also cracked up at the sales guy calling like he’s got someone to buy your car. I hate that crap!!! There will be other cars!
And the car is still sitting there