little paul

So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking on this bullshit hiatus I’ve forced upon myself. I’m not sure why exactly I’ve been treating my body like the lining of a hooker’s vaginal walls, but it’s not good. This morning I’ve begun to try to harness myself back into some kind of a decent shape. I did not go back to the gym, but like I committed, I will return before the 1st of June. Though I need to seriously consider the shit I put into my mouf, and frankly it’s not good what I’ve been eating lately. Yesterday’s rumpus with the porcelain devil has really put the fear of God into me, it’s just an expression, don’t worry I still don’t believe. Anyway, on Mondays – Fridays, the days of the week where I truly have the best discipline I will no longer be eating the following:

NO BREAD! NO RICE! NO POTATO! NO PASTA! NO CANDY!

I intend to stick to the following diet:

Oatmeal/Yogurt – Fruit – Protein – Fruit – Protein

Wish me luck!

Seriously, I am not sure whether I’m coming or going, when it comes to the gym, I’ve been lazy or exhausted, that is I’m not sure if I’m just sleeping in cause I need it or just being lazy, but it’s been officially 2 weeks since I’ve last been to the gym. Not only am I not motivated, but work has been extremely overwhelming the last month, and its only getting tougher. In a week my son turns 10 years old, I can’t believe how fast they grow up, these kids these days. Its just so scary how much we try to keep them safe and everywhere you look there is some shit lurking in the corner ready and waiting to fuck everything up. I guess you just got to take it one day at a time and keep exciting holidays on the calendar, something to look forward to. This past weekend, made some fucking delicious brownies and pork on the barbecue, then picnic with more pork at the park. God damn I love the summer.

Today’s workout was probably the best in over a month and half. I left feeling more pumped than I have in a long while and though honestly I didn’t want to leave I knew I needed to. It didn’t start out good, that is I didn’t want to wake up at 5 this morning and even while at the gym I started out slow. But half way through my 4th set of dips, I got energized. Next came curls and like Arnold said, it was buckets of elation, I’m paraphrasing of course. Anyway, I didn’t get much of the Game in yesterday, and I couldn’t really care less, without the Denver Broncos or Romanowski playing it’s just not the same game. I did make some fucking kick-ass chili and cornbread yesterday, it was sweet. I’m kinda siked also about next weekend, it’s Valentine’s day and my anniversary. I fucking love that day, I am hopelessly in love with love and I love my wife! In 3 weeks we’re going away for a while and it will be nice, sun and beach, a well deserved vacation from our hectic lives. It’s also my parent’s 25th anniversary, which is pretty kick ass. Anyway, I know not that many people read this shit so I’ll end it here, but onthe 1st of March, I’ll post before and after measurements this year’s ‘Lifting Season,’ hopefully I’ll have something to show for it.

There are two things about the Holidays I love, Family and Eating … Yea, I’m a fatty fat kid, but that fact is as the years blow by, we need more often to find reasons to get together and just shoot the shit. I enjoy the holidays for this. Its nice to just hang out, eat good food and talk about nothing at all. I think though that the year is just underly spiced with these opportunities. I’m sure if every week there was a reason to get together it would become more a burden than a joy, but a few more than we have already wouldn’t hurt. Listen, as we all mature and move to accommodate our families and careers we must take this time to remember that we have other family, without whom we wouldn’t be we. But don’t forget there is always good food, as my dad once put it, “Get your shit, we’re going to Grandma’s. That fucking trick can cook!”