205

I actually hit 205. This friggin' working out is frustrating. It all started at 214... I've weighed 214, 212, 214, 213, 214, 209, 212, 214, 209, 211, 207, 210.. yada yada yada - and yesterday before working out, 205. I mean hell, it was easy putting all that crap on, shouldn't it be just as easy taking it off? I know tonight when I go in I'll be 210 or something.. Hell, after I finished working out last night and lazed in the sauna after, I already weighed 208.. THAT is a lotta sweat.

If this works, I'm gonna market it... I basically eat whateverinthehell I want, go to the gym wheneverinthehell I want (without skipping more than two days) and insteada drinking Metracal, I substitute Miller Lite. Hehe.

The view from the fronta the mirror is abouta C+ (No GD I ain't talkin' looks, I'm talking in comparison to whereinthehell I should be)... Side view is abouta D, so I've decided to either not turn sideways and peek - or - start walking here at work to compliment the weightlifting-cardio-Miller Lite thing...

Christmas isa comin' and the geese are gettin' fat... Actually, my primary motivator in this whole exercise thing is my second career (KMA to all those that know me well and know how many different fields I've worked in).. I intend to hire out on Cruiselines to dance with bluehairs.. Yep, my goal. Hell, thinka the inheritance possibilities... I mean hell, the way I got it figured, as it stands now my 401K will run out mebbe one year, three months and six days after I retire... I gotta thinka something - and that's the plan.

I fell in to a burnin' ring of fire.. Oh, sorry, had that song goin' thru my head. I've damn near got all my fav's memorized on the juke box where I go for "post exercise healing"... Oh, pretty good friend of mine - he co-owned the bowling alley in the town where I reside - played softball with him - later saw him at Casino in his role as security guard... great guy... always adorned with a smile.. learned he's had a stroke and is pretty much under 24/7 supervision of his daughter. Dammit. If anything, makes one stop and think how fleeting life is. Why waste time frowning? Arguing. I'll try to keep that in the backa my mind as I trudge on. (I still hate young people though!)

Ok, I'm babbling. Yours in binge writing, and binge exercising... oh, and binge Miller Lite drinking... love, Victurd