Prove Me Wrong

yeah I skipped last week.  I was going to be all sad and melancholy and end the summer with some grandiose reflection and once I was done work and knowing what teh weekend had in store for me I just figured if you were on Snapchat (@Egophilly) or Instagram you could just follow along that way till I go to this week and some time to write.

It’s was a long week and weekend. It’s always been mostly the driving and the time spent getting to where I had to be and not the destinations themselves. That feeling when you get the destination is well. Being there is awesome till it’s time to go.  I am usually the kind a person that wants to peace out immediately.  I can’t relax.  I just have to go.

On stage I was at my personal best this Summer and especially this past weekend. Probably better than any summer for me yet. It was the first summer that I lost weight and not gained weight that I can remember. 25 pounds from Memorial Day to Labor Day.  Put that in your fucking pipe and smoke it!

It’s nice not having to play catch up at the end of the summer. I really think that had a lot to deal with it. While my body hurt still, it was a different kinda hurt.   While my older bandmates we could complain and cry and going into the third night in a row this weekend the tension started to rise. I would’ve been OK with a fourth night. I was vocally and physically strong at the very end of the last of the 12 hours of music this weekend.  We have a lot of nights off this month – not really by choice but making the best of it, I’m thinking about what other things that I can do musically to keep that creative outlet open for myself. I was incredibly happy this past Saturday and Sunday on stage. I get to pick the songs that I sing and how I put them into the evening. My main job is to elevate the emotions of the crowd. I get to crank it up. Take it up a notch because it’s not just dance music. It’s nostalgia. I do a fall out boy song and I instantly take back the crowd 2005. You take a 25 year old instantly back to being a freshman in high school. You are now playing a sound track that they know all the words to. I didn’t want the night to end Sunday. Another summer gone. 21 summers gone. Doing this thing. How long can I really hang on? The Band did rally and sound great this weekend!  Long weekend or not!

Maybe I need to start a new band that plays 90’s and 2000’s one hit alternative wonders and play what I want a few nights a month while my band mates who want more time to themselves can do just that. I like being on stage. I like to perform. That is my favorite place to be. Who knows. Maybe I am to tired. I dunno. I started making a set in my head and on my phone while I was in the gym Tuesday.  I would need an in your face, female front who has some balls.  If the guys want to sleep wit her and the girls wanted to talk to her in the bathroom and be her friend, I could make it work.  Ya see in the end…. I might not be able to always do what I want in my current situation but don’t let that fool you.  I know what I am doing.

Wanna see some of my first set?

Torn – Natalie Imbruglia
All I really Want – Alanis
Cumbersome – 7 Mary 3
Been Caught Stealing – Janes Addiction
Somebody to Shove – Soul Asylum
Cannonball – The Breeders
Bound for the Floor – Local H
Right Here Right Now – Jesus Jones
Lump – Presidents of the US
Timebomb – Rancid
Zombie – Cranberries
Everlong – Foo Foghers

There is my first set.  It would only get more fun after that warm up!  And I think my friends who come out a lot would support me and it would be fun 1 or 2 times a month!

Oh and yeah, I’d either use my band name from before Bigg Romeo or I have another one in mind.  We’ll see.  Again, I might be tired.  But I can write some sets while resting between sets at the gym!

Ah the gym!

Everyone used to bust my balls because I had the time to be a gym rat. I don’t know how many times I heard, “I wish I had the time to live in the gym”. I raised my kids. I did my time. Now I’m either on the road or working remotely logged in at least 9-5 every day. Guess what? I’m still getting this shit done. I’m tired. I’m cranky. I’m sore. I’m stressed that I won’t be good enough at this job or that I’m gonna get a call that my boss made a mistake….. but whatever happens. At least 5 days a week I am in the gym with NO EXCUSES. Some days are better then others. Some mornings my time management sucks and I have to go back to do cardio and finish my programming but I go back. So now that you can’t throw the excuse in my face that I have more time then you…… what’s your new excuse? I don’t have any. Now I work 6 days a week and ya know a double on Fridays!

Yup! I don’t need anyone to be proud of me. I am proud of myself this morning while I type this.

Let’s get talking about where I am in the end. Like I said above this was the first summer in a long time that I can remember that I will I’m not playing catch-up game at the end of it. I think I had a good amount of fun either way.

I had all my summer staples at least once.

Sams, Macks and Joe’s Pizza!  Even had some at the Firehouse 🙂
Fried Oreos
Curleys Fries
Fudge
Carmel Covered Turtles
Cape May Peanut Butter Company
Twisted Lemonade
Rum Bucket and Tram Car at BBG.

See I am not dying.  I wasn’t deprived.

On Tuesday morning I got on the scale and it was about I don’t know, 9 pounds more than where I was the week before or so. Now I’ve been through this enough to know that that I did not gain 9 pounds. Not to mention I had my skinniest jeans on Friday and Saturday night and they were fine. So between inflammation, water, and yes ice cream and some chips I knew I was dialing myself back in…..  by Wednesday 3 pounds were gone, by Thursday another 3 pounds,  gone, and I was roughly sitting why was the week before again. I did not blog yesterday because I wanted to see where I can get by Friday a.m. And in the end I got myself back to where I was before Labor Day. 9 pounds to get to my goal from 2018 go. Strap in because in the end, these 9lbs will be the hardest thing I’ve done all year. It always is and there are no tricks to get there either.  Cause I know how to get them off, it’s keeping them off that is the hustle.

I am still doing Keto in case you were wondering.

So we are two weekends away from my 5K with CORE BTS , my new company. I am going to drop the link here in case anyone reading wants to donate to my run.

https://runsignup.com/francohatestorun

Let me start by saying that I actually hate to run or any forward motion for that matter, But I think it’s very important to raise awareness and money for women that have already beaten cancer and need some aftercare and support. I know too many women who have lived with shame and guilt and while they be cancer they are still beating themselves for being alive while others didn’t get so lucky. Since the physical studio shut down, I will not be able to do my fight like a girl photos anywhere, I thought this was my way of giving back this year. So if you are so inclined I would really appreciate it. I am already at my $500 goal thanks to lots of friends and especially two survivors who I love very much who were very generous. It would be nice to double everything that is there now.  SO HELP A BROTHER OUT!  If I get to $1000 I’ll wear a TUTU and run for ya’ll! How about it!

Any bit helps.

Okay I have to stop talking and shoot this up to the cloud.  Thank you for reading.

Keep the faith!

Franco