Future Thin Guy

I have a confession to make.

I’ve ballooned. I’m now at 206 lbs.

I know what I did, and I know what I need to get back on track.

It’s just a little demoralizing, that’s all. All that progress in running, yet the weight seems to be stacking up.

I need to go back on Body For Life, STAT.

Methinks I may have to modify that year-end weight goal. *sniff*

I confess I haven’t run with Edward and Bella yet. I’ve been so tired lately, which I’m sure is directly related to the fact that my exercise program is currently in limbo. Holy guacamole, I can hear my fat cells rejoicing. Well, to those lazy bastards, I say, I’m having the last laugh.

Today, I do upper body. Tomorrow, I run. I’m calibrating Edward up, I’m priming Bella with the best of 90s dance – yes, Cece Peniston and C&C Music Factory, haven’t found Right Said Fred yet – and I’m going to kickstart my program. I’m back to 200, so I’d better get moving if I expect to be 160 by the end of the year.

*Future Thin Guy bares his fangs*

Yhhaaaarrrrhhhh!!

The past few days, I’ve been a bad boy.

Last night, I attended a wedding. It was a Chinese lauriat. I ate.

The night before that, I ate at Mr. Choi’s and had a beef brisket rice topping meal. Then a Dairy Queen Blizzard.

The night before the night before that, I had a McDonald’s hot fudge sundae.

When I weighed myself this morning, I was back at 96 kilos. Damn it.

So I did my lower body exercises, had a late breakfast and a light lunch. Tonight, I hope to have a salad. Tomorrow morning, I run.

You fall off the horse, you run after it and jump back on. No one wins the race by crying over spilled – then subsequently sipped-up – milk.

I will not fail. I will not let myself.