Wreck Me

I don’t really know where to start this week.  I had fun on 4th of July weekend.  There was drinking of sugary girly drinks, lots of potato chips and dip and excess.  I had a great time in OCMD.  I was supposed to stay at the shore till Tuesday morning and on Monday morning came home so I could get a training session and boot camp in because I knew the excess would catch up to me. And then I proceeded to do 2 a days all week. And got on the scale, I knew it wasn’t going to be great but I really didn’t think I was going to gain a pound.  And that was my Thursday.  Gained a pound.  I got on the scale today, Friday and magically gained 2 more.  Do you know what’s fucked up about that?  I was a saint yesterday.  Barely hit my calories.  Ate two servings of ground turkey and didn’t eat after 7pm.  That was the hardest part.  I actually went to bed at 11:30 because I knew if I stayed up any longer that I’d be in trouble.

So here I am today back at 312lbs.  12 pounds to go from that goal of my dreams. I’ve been trying to get there since April.  Honestly, What the fuck am I doing wrong.  I am in the gym every day.   I am not perfect with my eating but I am not crazy either.

Well Doc (my trainer) doesn’t want me to eat after 7pm.  So I will try that.  He thinks the weight will pour off me if I can get a handle on that.  So I’ll do my best to try that.  Not easy with my schedule.

I am going to get on that helicopter this summer.  Somehow, someway I will not be stopped.  I don’t want to over do the workouts and workout too much.  But I will find the balance that works for me.

I am sorry that I can’t be any more poetic this week.

I’ll do better.  I won’t give up and I’ll never give you excuse.  I can do better and I will.

Thanks for reading.

 

Franco