Goals, Goals, Goals…

I wonder what percentage of people never reach the goals that they set for themselves?  I bet it’s pretty high.  I actually hope it’s high.  That way I don’t feel like as much of a dildo for not even coming close to my physical goals.  It makes me want to scream!  Arrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Fat fuck!

I’ve been doing several different workouts lately.  Some weights, some TRX, some kettlebells, some spin classes, some Muay Thai, some BJJ, etc, etc…  The body is willing but the flesh is weak.  Very weak.  I don’t think it would be possible for me to work out any harder then I do.  Oh well..  I’ll keep pluggin’ away.

The end

Always Starting Over

It seems that at least 3 or 4 times a week, I start from page one when it comes to being not fat.  Being the disgusting pig that I am, I start most days out well with healthy meals, only to end up eating crap.  For example, I had a nice egg white dish this morning for breakfast, some protein and fruit for a snack, and a chicken on wheat sanwhich for lunch.  Then, not 30 minutes ago, I ate 6 cookies.  What a jackass I am.  They were delicious by the way…


I had a pretty good little workout today. Kind of made it up on the fly. It involved bosu ball goblet squats, box jumps, thruster lunges, floor wipers, and kettle bell swings. I also climbed some stairs for 20 min and rode a bike for 20 min. My whole body felt worked.

Tonight I ate enough triple chocolate cake for 4 people. I loath myself. Disgusting pig.