2 Months, 1 Week....
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.**
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.**
