http://richhutchings.blog.com/ en-US Mon, 22 Sep 2008 20:05:45 +0200 Mon, 22 Sep 2008 20:05:45 +0200 Blog.com http://richhutchings.blog.com/3920713/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3920713/ Sorry...well you know what...no I'm not sorry.  I've been so busy working on rudeinhistory.com, my diet, rebuilding my existence, side projects (logos), that I haven't had time to talk about myself.  Well, it's about time that I update all 4 people on my progress.

Diet:

I've officially fit into an XL for the first time since 1997.  Even more, it was a Pat the Patriot tshirt that I got for free, for filling out one of those credit card applications.  It felt good not having to take the crappy parting gift, out of fear of not fitting into the main prize.  Forever, I've had to get the towel, or water bottle, or hat...which is usually just as tight on me as the shirts.  But not that day!  I've lost a total of 175 lbs, which is just between losing a Ryan Hart and a Marc Lehane.  None the less, I've lost a human, and I feel much sexier.  Not that I wasn't incredibly sexy to begin with.  But now...look the F out. 

This whole diet thing is completely overblown.  I never realized how easy it could be if I REALLY wanted to lose weight.  Walk a couple miles a day, quit drinking soda and don't eat every freaking meal like your preparing for hibernation. Honestly, if I could write a book about it, I would.  But elaboration's not needed, it's as simple as I stated.  If you want to be as sexy as I am, well...not everyone's blessed with such natural beauty, and that's understandable...but if you did, this diet's a good start.  Then, maybe some plastic surgery, and a good tall glass of hope. because you can't buy this type of sexy.  This is home grown.

End egotistical rant.


Rude In History:

Ok, remember those silly pictures I used to do?  With Rick Rude in historical situations?  Well, it's got its own site now.  www.rudeinhistory.com  It hasn't "Taken off" as they say, but it's a work in progress.  The pictures are updated weekly, the recipes are updated bi-weekly, and the askRUDE section (dear abby-ish) is updated weekly with answers, for questions from fans.  The site's fully functional and I have a "Rude Boy" shirt available on there.  So feel free to visit. 

It's taken me about a month to get the site going strong.  Of course, this coming from a guy who's never created a working website in his life.  I'm sure if I knew what I was doing, I could've done this in a couple of weeks.  But I'll just assume that independantpeasant.com will be that much easier to create.  The content is a collaboration in some areas, and strictly my own stupidity in others.  No matter what, there's gotta be a demographic that will make this site worth creating.  My assumption is men 18-40, because...well...that's really my only hope.  Under 18 year olds, and Rick Rude's just a handsome devil in wrestling attire.  Over 40 years old, and they think it's a waste of time.  But right in the middle, they just might get it. 



That's really it from me. I wish I had more time to talk about myself...I really do.  But, work calls.  Talk with you all soon, unless I die from being mauled by hundreds of lust filled ladies.  WOOOHOO!! Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Mon, 22 Sep 2008 14:58:16 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3756126/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3756126/ Well, I bet you're wondering where I've been.

No you haven't, the only people who read this, know where I've been.  Jeez.

Either way, if you must know.  In the past several weeks, my life has changed more dramatically then ever before.  First off, my engagement to Angela is canceled.  Matter of fact, the whole relationship was canceled.  The good part is, we both agreed it was what's best.  Angela and I have been together for 11 solid, good years.  We've been the Cheech and Chong version of Bonnie and Clyde.   The thing is, during that time that we were together, neither of us really had a chance to grow.  Angela and I became dependent on each other for every single aspect of our lives.  We weren't Angela Rose, and Richard Hutchings, we were Dick and Angela, and I'm sure if we became Dick and Angela after high school, and college, that we would have probably already been married for a few years now.  But...the gods saw it otherwise, and decided to have our fate cross paths at an early age. 

I have no regrets, like I've told everyone I've spoken to, that was the greatest 11 years of my life. I couldn't and wouldn't trade it in for anything.   Angela is now going back to school, and finally developing a personality, outside of our relationship.  I can't ask for anything more because I know that this is what she needs in her life, as long as she's happy, I could give a rats ass about anything else.

Another hilight was my completion of 6 t-shirt designs sent to Panic At The Disco.  I had 2 days to complete it, and I did...convincingly.   Personally I like the range of styles I used, and tried to keep them completely different than what they were already selling on their site.  So, my fingers are crossed, hopefully I hear from them with some final decisions soon.  Darren (theuprisingintl.com) just got back from a big convention, and told me that he has some more stuff lined up for me, soon, which I really like to hear.

I bought a couple of domains!  Independentpeasant.com and Rudeinhistory.com.  Rude in history is the site I'm currently working on.  It's a site dedicated to a little goof I do on the side.  I take pictures of Rick Rude...well...one picture, and superimpose him into different historical moments.  Like Washington crossing the delaware, MLK Jr. giving a speech in DC...Rude with the Pope, Lincoln, at the Reagan attempted assasination, in movies.....you get the idea.  I also am in the process of printing a Rude Boy T-shirt.  The picture on it is priceless, but I'll be selling them for $20 a piece.  Please reply to this if you'd like one.  Trust me, it's a good tshirt.  Independentpeasant.com is going to primarily be my portfolio/blog website.  See this place puts up those incredibly awesome "monthly limit exceeded" pictures, pretty much after I post a blog with more than 30 words.  So I needed my own site.  Plus I mean, I have artwork, radio programs, and other stuff I'll be working on.  Might as well keep the masses updated right?

Oh...my diet...right...

I'm under 300lbs as of this morning.  A slim, trim, 297...that's how I roll bitches.  I'm still on my walks/jogs, and I'm beginning a more rigorous workout routine tonight, including "working on my core". They got this giant ball thing that you lay on and balance yourself while you lift weights/watch tv, all sorts of crazy shit.  Who knows if this'll work, but I figure...it can't hurt...I mean the chick on the boss has killer abs, so she's gotta be doing something right. 

This year has turned out to be the most confusing, difficult, emotionally stressful, tiring, year of my life.  And I still have like 4 more months.  Meh, who knows what's gonna happen?  Not me that's for sure.  But I'll keep you updated! Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Thu, 28 Aug 2008 14:26:54 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3385235/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3385235/ Ok, so a couple weeks have passed since my last blog.  To be honest, I just didn't have a whole bunch of stuff to write about.  The diet's progressing steadily along, this upcoming weekend Angela and I have our wedding shower, and I just got a side job designing.  But I'll get to that a little later.  Let's start off with last weekend.

It started off with a neat little trip to Wollaston Beach. Angela and I had some freak staring at us on the highway, then only to get off of the highway, and on the sideroads where it got even wierder.  We're waiting at a red light, when we hear wild, crazy honking of a horn.  So we look back and see this car just cruising past people quickly on our right.  So I pull over a little to let her by.  She comes to a complete stop, looks in at us, and starts taking:
"Hey, did you take your driving test in Quincy too?!  I knew it!  You guys are a cute couple."
Then Angela and I blew the F out of squaresville asap.  It was a wierd way to start off the day to say the least.  

Also, during the week last week, I was coming into work, wearing my Red Sox t-shirt.  Not an odd occurance as none of my old 'work type shirts' (collared) fit me anymore, and I'm not buying a lot of clothes in the middle of my diet, that's just dumb.  So I walk in, and I notice an older lady walking past.  As I walk through the door, she says "Ohh, looks like we have a problem."  I immediately thought "Shit...my flies down."  But nope, it turns out she was wearing a Yankees tshirt, and was talking about my Sox tshirt.  She then followed it up by saying "Papelbon?  Really?"  and I quickly replied with "3rd place?  Seriously?"  She giggled, and I felt like an alpha male.  Good way to start off the day.  Of course if the Yankees should ever disappoint Sox fans again as they have in the past, she's gonna be the first one I take down on my killing rampage.

Ok, so the big news of the week.  I've been keeping in contact with some of the people I used to work with.  There's this guy Steve Papageorge who I worked with at Boulanger & Assc. (ad company) about 3 years back.  Well, he and I were chit chatting, and I mentioned how I'd like to get some spec work for some extra dough.  He says he knows "just the guy".  A gentleman named Darren Craig (www.theuprisingintl.com)  Apparently, we have the same sense of humor, and a similar design style.  So I get another IM from Steve telling me to call him.  I call Darren, and he says to send over a folder with what I've been doing.  So I do.

I come to find out this guy works with all sorts of legit bands.  Foo Fighters, Beastie Boys, AFI, Skynard, etc.  Which give me insta-wood, thinking of the possibilities.  But this time I try not to get my hopes up, as best I can.  

I come into work yesterday, and decided that I'd email Darren, because I hadn't heard from him since I sent him my file of crap.  Well, right before lunch, he sends me this email...

Rich,
Thanks for the follow-up.
i did review your work and i really like the thinking behind it. cool stuff.
would you like to take a crack at some spec tshirt designs for the band PANIC AT THE DISCO?


the only direction they have given us is a few links (below) of artist who's styles they like
so use these styles as an inspiration.


I need these by the end of the week if possible.

-Darren


I seriously almost shit.  So for the past, about 24 hours straight, I've been doing nothing but the tshirt stuff, and honestly I won't be done til I go to sleep Friday night.  

I couldn't be happier.



On the diet front, I'm officially a 42.  Official.  My pants are gigantic, my clothes are gigantic, and soon I'll have a picture of before/after in my Patriots jersey.  THAT, my friends is comedy.  So sorry about not doing a blog the past couple weeks, didn't have much to work with.  But now I do!  See you freaks next weeks.  (did that cuz it rhymes, see?  do ya?)

And honestly, I might just get a new blog.  This "monthly limit" thing is just another example of the man, trying to hold me down. Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Thu, 24 Jul 2008 13:03:28 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3305876/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3305876/ Sorry about the day's delay on my blog, Wednesday decided to be Busy Day this week.  Meh, it happens.  So onto the diet update...wait...Angela and I heard a term this week that made us realize something.  We were watching the news, and they were talking about the physical fitness benefits of some of the Wii Fitness games.  They said, that "It's great for physical therapy, senior citizens..." and then she said something that would change my world.  She said that it was good if you were "Recovering from obesity."  I'm sorry, recovering from obesity?  I didn't know that sitting on your fat ass and doing nothing was a disease.  I guess if forcing 24 bottles of Natty Ice down your throat every night, makes you an alcoholic...and alcoholism is a "disease".  Then forcing 24 whoppers down your gullet before you even get to the bucket-o-fries you got waiting for you, must be a disease too.

What the hell?  I remember a time, when crazy people were crazies, not getting an erection was called having a wet noodle, and the only cure was tears and gin, and 'recovering from obesity' was called being on a DIET!  When the hell did all these over-elaborate terms come into play?  I believe if we need to deal with these new terms, we should have a new, over-elaborate term for what news broadcasters do...we'll call it, "battling honesty".  

Next topic, are hot dogs.  

Now, not many of you know this, but I am sort of a hot dog connesieur.  See, growing up, my mother would buy 2 dinners, because making dinner for us is hard when the gas is shut off.  (I grew up in very poor conditions, none fun)  She would get us whatever TV dinner was on sale, and always...ALWAYS, Bar-S Hot Dogs.  Good ol' Bar-S dogs, 2 for $2.00 even when they weren't on sale.  So yeah, I'm assuming there isn't only premium meats in there like the package leads me to believe.  So most of my dinner memories from my childhood, are my family sitting down to watch TV, and me scuffling to the microwave for my delicious hot dog treats, throwing some cheese on it (only salvation) and quickly shuffling back over to the TV so not to miss any of Judge Wapner's amazing wit.  Truly a Brady-esque family if there ever was one.  

So recently, Angela and I were going shopping.  We're standing at the deli counter, about to pick up some cheese. (the one and only constant since early childhood)  I saw these "Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs" and thought it'd be nice to give a new type of 'dog' a try.  'Dog' is what the true hot dog vets call em.  Angela and I order 3, grab our cheeses and dogs and we were on our way.  We finish food shopping, with great deals on porterhouse steaks, which was a treat in itself, and we head home.  For dinner, we decide to have burgers and dogs, on the grill of course.  

I bit into this Pearl Country Club Hot Dog, and everything became wavy.  That's when I realized I was having a flashback.  It was to when I was sitting with my parents having dogs for dinner while we watch TV...except wait...what's this...there's no TV.  We're eating Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs, smiling, playing frisbee outside while we grill.  My dad and my mom aren't chain smoking, they're saying things like "I think I'll go back to school, to better our lives" and "I don't need this $13,000 motorcycle, let's put the money down on a house!"   We're all holding hands and smiling, I hear "I Love the Flower Girl" playing in the background.  Then I look in at the Pearl Country Club Hot Dogs on the grill, everything starts swirling around, and I come back to reality, look at Angela and she says "I'm never getting another type of hot dog again."  I looked at her and said "Dogs Angela, dogs."  

But, the diet's still going well, I'm definitely down at least 2 more pant sizes, but I'm not going to buy pants every time I drop a size, so I'll rock these 48's til I'm in the 30's again.  The 30's, holy shit.  OOH!  I tried on my Pats jersey too, remember the 6xl with the "6xl" all scribbled over by a black marker. (slick idea on my part)  Well, it's a friggin tarp on me now.  I put it on just to go outside and put the top back on the Jeep, and when I did, the sleeves were down to my knuckles, and I could wrap it almost completley around me.  

So, that's it.  Other than me laying on my back so I can feel my ribs again, there's no more hilights.  Hope you enjoyed the blog, see you in 6 days monkeys. Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:34:13 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3275275/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3275275/ Ok, let me begin by apologizing to Bouff. 

Sorry cupcake.  Hopefully we can still share a bed. 

I'd elaborate, but I'd rather let the mystery intrigue the reader, and maybe I'll get a question from someone, and I can go make up a story about why I owe Bouff an apology. 

Anyway, this week, no major milestones to talk about.  My belt continually gets smaller, and with that comes...you guessed it smaller trousers.  My 48's are getting too large, and it's time to go down, possibly 2 more sizes.  Which would be f'n sweet, because seriously, I ahven't been that pant size since 11th grade.  Yeah, I was always a big boy.  When I was a child, they called me "husky".  I always hated that term.  Honestly, why compare a plump beautiful, intelligent, handsome lil boy to a multi-eye-colored dog?  There should be some more straightforward terms to describe that a boy's larger than others.  As larger men, we have "Casual Male, Big & Tall" stores.  Why for young boys, don't we have a kid equivolent of Casual Male?  What would it be called?  I believe it'd be called "Pudgykins, Fat & Hairless".  They'd sell tshirts that just allow the belly to hang out...juuuuust a lil, and have sayings on them like "Johnson Elementary School Hot Dog Contest Winner" or "I take your kids lunch money...for more lunch" or something like that.  Maybe even, "When I get your daughter pregnant, our kids gonna be fat too".  I don't know, I'm not a designer.  

So, since I don't weigh myself, and I just judge how much weight I lost by visual assesment.  I've begun getting a lil crazy with "What's shrinking/growing where."  I already told you all about the junk, so I'm not going to elaborate any longer on that...because well...it doesn't belong on here.  But I can tell you, I feel like a black man.  Just kidding, I can still get cabs and I haven't been arrested yet.   What I can tell you is that my fingers...what I've been referring to as "my lil breakfast sausages" for years, are beginning to...become more look less Jimmy Dean sausage like.  I'm pretty sure my pointer finger is longer and thinner, I wish I took a picture of my hands...maybe I will next week, before I commit myself in a mental home. 
 
But as of now, things are going good.  Steak, pork, chicken and fish, my weekly dinner plan.  Of course, the standard "chicken and lettuce" lunch, which eventually will force me to beat up one of the annoying Asian ladies whom it takes hours to decide which piece of lettuce is the good one.  I just want to scream "You buy now!!!" every time her 3 1/2 foot ass gets in front of me.   NAAATURE!!   I'm about 98% sure that Angela's over 90lbs lost now, so yeah...that's still freaking amazing.  And if Angela's lost that much, I'm going to only assume, because I'm a MAN, that I've lost at least 800 lbs, with my testosterone and shit.  (just incase you're trying to do the math, I'd be approximately -500 lbs)  Nah, you know me, I don't want to keep track of pounds, I'll just get depressed about how big I was, and all the shit I missed.  So yeah, size 44 waist, here I comes.  See you next week. Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:16:57 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3253468/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3253468/ Ok, so my blog up to now has been me, me, me.  With a little of yous guys tossed in there.  Welp, this time, there is something that has happened that needs a full blog entry to write about.  So as you know, both Angela and I have been taking on this Atkins diet head on.  I chose to be more vocal about my success, whereas my counterpart/fiance/future wifey, Angela, has kept it to herself, and just like the lil train that could, she just kept on choo-choo-choosing to kick the crap out of this diet herself.  Well, while I was on vacation up in Maine...which I'll get into a little bit before the end of this entry, I received a telephone call from an excited woman.  At first I thought it was Anne Hathaway calling me again after she dropped her boyfriend and realized all along that it's been me she's been having dreams about, but she didn't realize it til she drove past one of my "flex offs" (where I pose on street corners, not for money, but to brighten peoples days up) and that's when she put 2 and 2 together, and the calls haven't stopped.  Oh, right, my fiance, sorry.  So it turns out that it's Angela.  She begins to tell me what weight she's at, and I start doing the math.  Now, I've been in a relationship for 11 years, so I know what numbers I can give out, and what numbers I can't.  Luckily, we're not at the "don't mention my age" stage yet, so I'm good there.  But I'm not givin out weight's until we're at our goal weight. 

What I CAN tell you, is precisely how much weight Angela has lost in the 3 months we've been on the Atkins diet.  Ok....you ready?  Seriously, you better be.  Angela Rose, as of 3 months, has lost, officially 88 lbs.   I shat a little when I finished doing the match, 20 minutes after she gave me the numbers.  That's the equivolent of Paris Hilton in a wet jogging suit!!  I still can't believe it.  I mean, seriously 88 lbs., that's making an appearance on Jenny Jones, or some other shitty talk show, worthy.

But honestly, I couldn't be more proud of her.  She's gone from needing chocolate every night, to scoffing at Lindt Chocolate Truffles commercia....mmmm lindt chocolate truff...sorry...sorry.  She is unphased by anything/everything chocolate and/or with carbs/sugars.  She's the one reason I didn't slip early on, on this diet.  We used to order food everynight, and then drive to go get it.   And when I say food, I mean FOOD.  Like, wayyyy too much food, multiple-meal food...yeah...that bad.  Now, we portion, and Angela plans out the meals every week.  (every Thursday to be exact)  She's Brady and I'm Moss, I just catch her passes, and I run with it, get touchdowns and the glory (my blog), then get assault charges brought up during the playoffs by some lonely dou.....wait...go too in character there.  Regardless, you get the analogy.  She sets up the play, and we execute, simply put.  

But that's Angela's story, for now.  She's showing no NO NO NO no signs of stopping, or even slowing down.  Eventually, I'm going to be telling her to eat something because she's wasting away, and that's when we'll all realize we've been transfered over to Bizarro world, and this was all a tough yet wonderful dream.  88 lbs, god damnit...I had to say it one more time.

Now, as for this past weekend.  Maine was fantastic.  I went up with Ryan, Kevin, Brian, Matt, Bouff, Mike and of course the birthday boy himself, Lil Joey Tilton.  The weather was altogether good, not beach going weather, but good.   We caught a great Radiohead cover band, playing OK Computer all the way through, plus a couple others.  The following day, we played frisbee golf, like they did in days of yore.  Back when they played with their shields and the goal was a stick with a torso on it.   This was the first, and only time, I saw a Mountain Dew machine in the middle of the woods.   I guess sometimes you just need to get EXTREME and do the Dew, no matter where you are.  That night, we went out and I danced up against Kevin so hard.  I felt like we connected...emotionally.  The reason I wrote this part was to explain what NOT to do...I'm sorry, to be more specific where NOT to eat.

MEXICAN FOOD!! 

Oh my dear lord.  If there's one smell that will make you willing to choke a newborn for a bite of it, it's Mexican food.  Especially this place.  It was as if they took every vent in the place and focused it directly on me.  For a good portion of the meal, I spent some time smelling my hand, so I wouldn't smell the food.  The way my good friend Bouff (comic book guru) put it was "It's like putting me (Bouff - Comic fanatic) in front of Stan Lee and wasn't allowed to ask him anything."  Food was my crack for a while, so that statement couldn't have been more true.  Regardless, I made it through it, and drowned myself in Vodka tonics the rest of the night to forget that I was hungry.  haha.

SO, no other news on me, just on Angela.

88 POUNDS!! 

Sorry, had to say it one more time.            Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Wed, 25 Jun 2008 13:32:26 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3231865/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3231865/ Last night was probably one of the greatest nights I've had when it comes to sports. After 22 years of hibernation, the Boston Celtics have come out and taken back the NBA Championship by DESTROOOOYING the LA Lakers. Pound on your chest now, Vuja-bitch! (thanks for that lil gem Joe) I've never been so happy to see one man win a championship, more than Kevin Garnett. If I ever have to fight Kimbo Slice, 1 on 1, I'm going to watch KG's post-finals speech before hand. Sure I'll still probably be beaten into a coma, but man will I be amped up for it. That primal scream he let loose gave my goose bumps, goose bumps. The only happiness I could assumingly compare that to is when Doogie Howser was doing lines off of the hookers ass in Harold & Kumar, Go To White Castle.

A second championship was won in Masschusetts as well last night. A local Dynasty known as the Angry Pirates won their...like...8th championship out of 4 years playing together, and our overall record during that period is 114-13. Two games last night, first was a blowout. Second game, and championship was even MORE of a blowout. I'm pretty sure the final score was like 48-12, no matter what, we're champs, yet again, and I feel like a shorter, fatter, lighter skinned, less talented, poorer, less coordinated version of Kevin Garnett.

TOP OF THE WOOOORLD!!

My favorite picture, don't know why, it just is:



As for my diet, it continually progresses into a full workout routine. From just walking, to speed walking...now I'm to the point where I jog approximately half the distance I'm walking. So, .8 miles jogging, .8 miles walking. (50 walking steps, 50 jogging steps) It's a slow progress, but it's progress none the less.

Angela and I discovered one of the greatest combinations of meat/cheese ever this week. Write this down, because Atkins or no Atkins, this is de-F'N-licious. Steak tips with pepper jack cheese melted on it, that's all you need. Angela has gone down about 3 full pant sizes, and got this cute Garnett T-Shirt a few weeks back. She fills it out, but in the good way. I'd post pictures of her, but really, this blog's all about me. (just kidding, if I didn't lose our camera, we'd have 50 new pictures of her. I just suck)

The flag football season's over, but the great thing that I took from this season is my improvement in the energy/speed/quickness department. When this football season started, I was slow, no energy, couldn't get off the line quick, and getting back to the huddle after was a slow walk. Last night, it was jog to the line, sprint off the line, get to the spot, play over, jog back to the huddle. And my god, it felt great.

This weekend I have a Maine getaway with the boys. I'm sure it'll involve a whole bunch of trying not to look each other in the eye when we're showering together. But hey, it wouldn't be vacation without some of that. Just kidding, I'm sharing a room with Bouff, being the two notorious snorers, I'm certain I'll be fending off spooning offers all weekend. Until I'm loaded, then I just need to be comforted. Hahaa.

Ok, well, no pictures this week, but I can say my 48's are getting loose...so who knows what's next. I guess I do, it's 46, but you know what I'm saying jackasses. Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Wed, 18 Jun 2008 16:29:05 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3209551/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3209551/ Ok, ok.  So this past week was full of lil victories for lil ol' me.  I'm officially back down to Rich Hutchings circa 2001, so that's a plus.  The official measurement differences are:

Pants:
Before: 56 waist
Now: 48 waist

Shirts:
Before: 5-6xl
Now: 3xl

So yeah, who needs scales?  Not me.  Scales are for cheaters, and people who require accuracy, and actual figures to chart their progression.  Nah, fuck that.  I'm all about the visual.  You tell me a chicks hot, show me the hot chick.  You tell me that I'm losing weight, show me a skinnier guy...and without further ado....

Before: (1/6/08 as you can see, the child is terrified, and rightfully so I'm a fucking manatee.)



Now: (6/10/08 nobody for miles...why?...too f'n sexy)


So not only am I so skinny that I changed the overall perspective of the photo taken from landscape to portrait, but I've become the worlds 2nd biggest jockey, next to Shaq.   Although, I don't care whatcha gotta say about it, that shirt is pimptacular. 

Well, this was about the pictures, not so much the talking.  See you fuckers next week. Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Wed, 11 Jun 2008 17:07:53 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3192974/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3192974/ But damn do I feel good. I played flag football last night, and wouldn't you know it, on the night of Game 1 of the NBA Finals, both teams show up for their games. 2 teams can forfeit on a night where nothing's going on, but during the Finals...they gotta show up. Anyway, there were only 5 people from my team that showed, but we got a 6th when this kid Zack (seemed to be a friendly stoner type) got drafted to our team for the day. So, that meant, we'd have to play 2 straight games with 1 sub, which was fine with me.

So I start playing, and I'm not feeling that normal "I gotta take a minute here...gotta..breath" feeling anymore. I was running at a reasonable pace. I'm not going to lie and say I was the fastest guy out there, because that's insane. But I ran my routes (for the most part) and got to where I was supposed to go on nearly every play. I even played defense, as a rusher, and tipped a pass. Now, it certainly is a small feat, but at the beginning of the season, I'd be lucky to make it within 4 feet of the qb. (You have to start 7 yards off, and the qb is in a 5 yard shotgun, so you got some ground to make up) But yeah, I tipped it...sure it ended up being a touchdown, but it was a personal achievement.

I scored the first touchdown of the games, setting the pace for win. I went on to grab a bunch more catches, and play about 3/4 of each game, and grabbed a couple more touchdowns. There were a couple passes in the 'dark corner' of the field that Marc had lobbed to me, but I just couldn't see the ball well enough to adjust in time. Ah well, can't win em all. No matter what, this is the most progress I've FELT since I've started this diet/quitting smoking, and I'm f'n psyched.

Oh, and we won both games. First one we won, (approximately) 42-20 and the second we won by slaughter rule, like 48-6.

And the Celtics won, and Paul Pierce made me feel like I was watching Rocky 1 when he came back out of that tunnel. I almost punched Angela in the stomach I was so excited, but instead we settled for high fives. And that KG double handed follow up DUNK off of Rondo's missed 3 gave me my first basketball boner since the mid 80's. Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Fri, 06 Jun 2008 12:15:07 +0200 http://richhutchings.blog.com/3186454/ http://richhutchings.blog.com/3186454/ First off, I'd like to start off by saying to a friend of mine...


HAHAHAHA, RYAN HART, YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHIN 'BOUT BASKETBALL!  YOU...DON'T...KNOW...NOTHIN!!

That's right, Mr. I'm Know So Much About Basketball, prediting that if the Celtics couldn't beat the Cavs on the road they wouldn't beat the Pistons.  Well guess what Mr. I'm On A Cross Country Trip and Probably Aren't Reading This Anyway, you were wrong, and now, the Celtics of Boston, will reignite the burning flame that is the Celtics-v-Lakes rivalry.  No spygate, no haters, just a good sports series in Boston that we can all enjoy with none of that extra added...what's the word I'm lookin for....Bruhaha.

As for the diet, it's looking as if I may need to go buy, yet another smaller pair of trousers and a shirt.  This diet and "walking" that people told me about seems to be for real.  Still same old meals, steak and fish, steak and chicken, steak and burger, steak and...steak, etc.  (So yeah, I'm a carnivore.)  Although, I can say that I've subdued the Irish side of my eating/drinking habits much easier than I initially thought I would.  My Irish side is the side of my eating habits that got me to where I was.  Beer, potatoes, beer, bread, meat, beer, potatoes...you get the picture.  But yep, gone.

In other big diet news, (and the people who are riding with me up to Maine will appreciate this) I had to adjust my drivers seat in the Jeep....FORWARD!!!  Also, last night, Angela picked me up a set of dumbells.  Nothing too large, I don't want to try out for the Worlds Strongest Man Competition just yet.  But a couple of 25 lbs dumbells, that I can start toning up with.  Because when you're this pretty, really, all you need is a little toning.

So yeah, the diet's going as usual, hot and heavy, like a fat guy going up the stairs.  Soon, the walking becomes speed walking, as the Russian lady "Lana," that I walk with "Speeda wolking".  I am about 85% done convincing her to run the last 1/4 of the walk, I figure a nice cool day, and she'll realize it's not a long jog at all, then it'll all work for me during the 94 degree days of summer.  Of course there'll be some hateful blogs I'm sure, but, for the most part, the result will be worth it.  

**Here's something I just thought of, that could blow your mind...Imagine if I get a six pack.** Rich, Dick, Versus, White Hot Chocolate. Wed, 04 Jun 2008 12:06:19 +0200