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I just saw some pictures of me from Friday night and they just made me want to vomit. Sure, I can see what the scale has been saying and have looked in the mirror, but damn, sometimes seeing photos can really make one notice when things are out of hand. For one, it makes me think that I may have some mind control super powers because there’d be no way I’d talk to me if I were a girl. It also inspired me to hit the gym at midnight for a second workout session today (or maybe a super early first for tomorrow depending on how you look at it).

I hope this disgust lasts because I need to stop fucking around, buckle down and just take care of business. I had a decent week and dropped from 332 to 323 from 3/27-4/3 but the fact that I’m even back up this high is beyond unexcusible. I should be shot in lieu of Darwinism taking me out naturally. I know I can’t dwell on my constant backward slides but the 5 out of 7 with the gym last week was a decent start but just not good enough. I need to be as dedicated to losing weight as I am to my job, flogging the dolphin, getting drunk, or getting girls to send me nudes. I better be “sniffin’ 210 by 2010″ or else I don’t deserve to live.

I was going to set one of those long-term six week goals for myself. But given the fact that I’ve been doing this quite often over the past few months and never making it more than a week, I thought it best to start off with just a one week goal.

My first goal for the week is to hit the gym hard every single morning. Not just one of those “going through the motions” workouts, either, but to pick up the intensity quite a bit. Even though I’ve had some solid workouts since moving East, I’ve never really pushed myself in nearly the same fashion as I did back when I used to lift for football. I’ve worked out hard, but haven’t really pushed myself to the extreme. I started off today with a pretty intense upper body workout and I’m hoping to replicate that intensity with all of my workouts this week while not missing a single day.

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Baby steps. Baby steps. Dropped about one and half pounds and am now down to 297.0, which is a drop of 34.4 lbs since moving to Boston. Obviously still “too fat” but I’m going in the right direction, albeit at a rather slow pace of late. My goal of making it to the gym every day didn’t happen, but still managed two workout days in the past week, which is obviously better than nothing. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things on that front because it should really help the pounds come off quicker as long as I keep eating healthy.

Only lost 2 lbs for the week, but it was another fantastic 7 days where I had excellent workouts every single morning and didn’t slip on the diet front at all during the week. I think my digestive issues are probably why more weight didn’t come off. Regardless, I’m now down to 309.2 lbs with 39.8% body fat and 22 visceral fat. All steps in the right direction so I’m happy with the continued progress. I think I’m coming down with a cold but hopefully it won’t keep me from staying on track this week, as I’m closing in on the first big milestone of getting below 300 lbs.

I had yet another excellent week of eating healthy and exercising every day and the prize for doing so has been dropping 3 more lbs. I’m now down to 317.2 lbs and am well on my way towards getting below 300 in the short term and 200 in the long term. My body fat is down to 39.5%, visceral fat down to 23 and waist measurement down to 54″. I’ve still got a long way to go, but my confidence level is so high that I just know it’s a matter of time. Still have over an hour to kill before the football starts, though, so that’s still a downer.

I forced myself into the gym this morning only to find out that some jackass somehow switched the treadmill to the metric system and that’s just thrown off my whole mojo for the day. I just can’t think in meters or kilometers and it’s too stressful trying to figure out how fast I should set the machine to in KPH when I normally try to jog at a 5 MPH pace. Then when I find a pace that feels the same, shit still doesn’t feel right because I’m reaching the quarter mile marks much quicker than normal. Well, that’s because it’s a quarter of a kilometer and not a mile. It’s just threw me off and I’m not sure if I’ll recover from it today. I’m kind of wishing I would’ve followed my gut and skipped the workout so I would have time to hit up McDonald’s for breakfast.