One Month...Two Weeks...New Pants!
That's right, I have new, tighter slacks, and a shirt 1 size smaller....but I could have gone 2 sizes! I'd tell you what size I am, but I don't want you all to feel bad about yourselves. FINE, if you must know, I'm a boys extra-medium. Hahahah, I totally pwnd you, there is no boys extra medium, stupid! Anywho, I went out this past weekend with Angeler, and purchased myself some new trousers and a new t-shirt. The trousers were 2 sizes down, of course I could have gone with the next size down, but I'm not trying out for an 80's cover band, and just because they button at the top, doesn't mean they look good all the way down. So I went with a lil larger size. Now, granted, I know the size difference is comparable to taking a cup of water out of the ocean and expecting people to notice the change, but screw you guys, I notice. hahaaa. (<-- That's me laughing)
I went shopping last week, and stumbled across a product that made me smile like a special needs kid with a light up yo-yo. I found Ketchup, with 1g of carbs, and 1g of sugar. Now, I'm not sure how many out of the 6 people reading this, love Ketchup with your burgers, but imagine eating a burger with just cheese, no bun. Yeah, how important is that Ketchup now? So ok, I sprung a lil wood, as I tossed that bad boy into the shopping cart. That's right, I'm a true G.
This past Saturday, I was a timer at the BMW Car Club of America "Evolution Driving School." My boss asked me to, and said they pay $85, so I figured, WOOHOO, easy money, which it was. But I have a new hatred for spoiled little boys, BMW's, Miata's, Mercedes', Subaru's, BMW's and BMW's. I mean, why don't the guys just stand in a circle with a cookie in the middle and smack around each other's rods when they talk about their cars. Not only that, but it's not like they'd have full on conversations, because clearly, they're too awesome to care about the other person. Just feeding each others ego's douche cookies is all.
"Hey man, you hit that turn right."
"Yup, popped the clutch on my BEAST and it coasted right on in there."
"I hear that."
"Yup."
"Yup."
Nope. I just kept picturing brick walls after there 3rd turn. I imagined that it'd be impossible for them to expect it, because it's around a blind corner you see. So they'd hit that turn and in my head it's "BAM!!!" guys body goes flying out of the car and past my "timer spot," into the driving line of another car, sending that car careening into the group of yuppie spectators and their $80,000 cars. Ahhh, to dream.
But as usual, my diet's going well. I stick to it like a crackhead sticking to a crack regiment. Which I assume has to be pretty strict. I'm going for my walk every day, and now walking even more. Just doing little things, here and there, I figure it'll add up eventually. My flag football team (The Angry Pirates) remains undefeated (5-0) with 2 games tomorrow night. I haven't touched a beer since this diet started, but have recently found out that vodka, bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin are all OK for me to drink. So, this summer's drunken nights should be very interesting. But, that's basically it from me this week.
I'd like to try something new, next week. This is a friggin stretch, I know, but if you have some questions, please put them in the comment section of this blog, and I'll respond to them next week. I doesn't HAVE to be about the diet, but I mean, I don't know the meaning of life, and stuff like that. Of course, I do know every constillation in the sky, by heart. So yeah, questions, if you got em. See you next week Dick fans.
I went shopping last week, and stumbled across a product that made me smile like a special needs kid with a light up yo-yo. I found Ketchup, with 1g of carbs, and 1g of sugar. Now, I'm not sure how many out of the 6 people reading this, love Ketchup with your burgers, but imagine eating a burger with just cheese, no bun. Yeah, how important is that Ketchup now? So ok, I sprung a lil wood, as I tossed that bad boy into the shopping cart. That's right, I'm a true G.
This past Saturday, I was a timer at the BMW Car Club of America "Evolution Driving School." My boss asked me to, and said they pay $85, so I figured, WOOHOO, easy money, which it was. But I have a new hatred for spoiled little boys, BMW's, Miata's, Mercedes', Subaru's, BMW's and BMW's. I mean, why don't the guys just stand in a circle with a cookie in the middle and smack around each other's rods when they talk about their cars. Not only that, but it's not like they'd have full on conversations, because clearly, they're too awesome to care about the other person. Just feeding each others ego's douche cookies is all.
"Hey man, you hit that turn right."
"Yup, popped the clutch on my BEAST and it coasted right on in there."
"I hear that."
"Yup."
"Yup."
Nope. I just kept picturing brick walls after there 3rd turn. I imagined that it'd be impossible for them to expect it, because it's around a blind corner you see. So they'd hit that turn and in my head it's "BAM!!!" guys body goes flying out of the car and past my "timer spot," into the driving line of another car, sending that car careening into the group of yuppie spectators and their $80,000 cars. Ahhh, to dream.
But as usual, my diet's going well. I stick to it like a crackhead sticking to a crack regiment. Which I assume has to be pretty strict. I'm going for my walk every day, and now walking even more. Just doing little things, here and there, I figure it'll add up eventually. My flag football team (The Angry Pirates) remains undefeated (5-0) with 2 games tomorrow night. I haven't touched a beer since this diet started, but have recently found out that vodka, bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin are all OK for me to drink. So, this summer's drunken nights should be very interesting. But, that's basically it from me this week.
I'd like to try something new, next week. This is a friggin stretch, I know, but if you have some questions, please put them in the comment section of this blog, and I'll respond to them next week. I doesn't HAVE to be about the diet, but I mean, I don't know the meaning of life, and stuff like that. Of course, I do know every constillation in the sky, by heart. So yeah, questions, if you got em. See you next week Dick fans.
