I can not finish a post

Seriously.  I have begun like 10 and every time I try and wrap it up, I get sidetracked and end up saving it for later without revisiting.

I have like 10 drafts just sitting there with some of them having expired due to being yesterday’s news. 

Today I am suffering from what I guess could only be described as what I felt when I had Senioritis.  You know where you are at work, and it’s nice out side, and you don’t want to be at work, so you try and work but all sorts of non work things are running through your mind?  Yep, that’s me today.  Add to that a small basketball tournament, and I have pretty much checked out. 

I am less than a week out from my trip to Denver, and I can’t wait.  I have prepared what I hope will be the best bachelor party yet with our group of guys.  This will be the 7th destination bachelor party for this group but it’s the first non Vegas trip and the first where I am serving as Best Man. 

The trip is ridiculously packed with drinking. The highlight of the trip being a surprise microbrewery pub crawl next Saturday that has a 26 person stretch SUV limo picking the 18 of us up from the hotel and taking us on an 8 hour 200 mile round trip tour of 14 different micro breweries.  We will also be skiing in Vail and Winter Park, which should be interesting since I have skied all of once in my life. 

I would like to mention that I believe that nothing happens without a reason, and it’s very sad to hear the news about Natasha Richardson last night.  Until yesterday, I had no clue who she was.  She is an actress and after scanning her body of work (no pun intended) I understood why I have never seen anything she has been in.  The closest I have ever come to seeing any of her movies was Maid in Manhattan since that was a movie they played on an airplane as we flew to Vegas once.  I didn’t listen to the movie, but did notice Jennfer Lopez’s badonkadonk in a few scenes.  She is the wife of Liam Neeson who I am a fan of.  Natasha had a skiing accident up in Canada a few days ago.  It was first reported that she just bumped her head.  Now she is dead.  She fell during a skiing lesson on a beginner hill.  She wasn’t wearing a helmet.  

Well guess what I just added to my list of items I shall be investing in when I rent skiing equipment next week?  A helmet.  Know what else?  I doubt now that I do anything overly aggressive since I have never had a lesson.  I have no interest in dying, so I shall be a bit more cautious as I give it my first go around of skiing on a mountain. 

On a completely sepearate note, I began a post that I will wrap up about my gym.  I am struggling with all of the naked people.  I don’t know what it is, but dudes like to hang out in my locker room naked.  It is my opinion that the locker room at my gym is a hotbed of gayness and I am thinking about cancelling my membership for purely this reason.  I am in the process of exploring “old school” options such as these:

That way, when I am in the locker room my vision will be blocked as the 75 year old guy walks around with the towell in his hand and not covering his twig and berries.  I know I might be breaking guy code here, but come on!  This isn’t a matter of insecurity, just a very high level of discomfort on my part.  I asked the wife if that’s the way it is in the women’s locker room hoping to verify everything I have ever dreamed of since I was 12 years old, but she claims it isn’t.  I guess I will never know…

In other gym news, I am still baffled by the number of people that drive around the parking lot and actually wait in an aisle for several minutes so that they can get a parking spot closer to the door.  Dude.  You are going to work out.  You will be running 2 miles or lifting weights in a matter of minutes.  Is that extra 15-20 steps going to kill you?  I hate it when I walk out to my car and cars will stalk you hoping that you are occupying a closer spot.  Sadly I have found humor in fucking with these people on occasion when I am in no rush until they get pissed and gun it past me.  The timing threshold is around 2-3 minutes after I get into my vehicle. 

That’s about it.  I’m going to click publish now before something esle comes up and I this gets saved for another day as well.  Happy March Madness!

Filed under: Exercise, asspain, bachelor party, beer, stupid

They are not zoo animals!

This weekend I was fortunate to partake in one of my all time favorite things. 

Inmate watching. 

It’s become tradition for me that every time I am on my way to visit with my grandfather, at his camper on a lake just at the outskirts of Canton, that I go a hair out of my way to watch the inmates at the prison.  The fact that I enjoy watching the inmates has caused much grief for my wife.  She is bothered at the fact that I like to drive around the prison slowly watching the inmates enjoy their outdoor time.  She says I watch them like they are zoo animals, but I would never refer to them as that.  I love to people watch, and there is something about watching people that have done some strange shit in life that has led them to be on the opposite side of the fence from me.   

The prison I am describing is called the Illinois River Correctional Center.  After Googling it, I have learned that it has been opened since  October 1989 and has a capacity of 1,011.  I find it funny/sad that the average daily population is 2,004.  Either the state of Illinois website has misreported the capacity, or they are packed in like sardines. 

It’s a Level 3 prison, which means it’s a High Medium-Security Adult Male facility.  The average age of the inmates is 34.  Average annual cost per inmate is 15,687.  That seems a little high to me, but what do I know.  That’s like 40 bucks a day per inmate. 

Anywho, I don’t really know why I enjoy watching them so much.  I kid you not, if they had a parking area on the side of the prison where they have recess, I would consider tailgating.  In my years of observation I find it interesting the many different groups that you have inside the prison yard. 

You have the soccer players.  The basket ballers.  The walkers.  I am sure I am missing a couple of groups like the body builders, base ballers, foot ballers, or the kick ballers, but I in driving the 20mph around the prison, I haven’t been able to identify those people yet.  I don’t want to pull over and sit idle for fear of the prison guards up in the tower that might be having a bad day.  I have seen shawshank a few too many times. 

My truly favorite group doesn’t really qualify as a group, but more of individuals.  These are the picnic tablers.  There is a picnic table set up closest to the several layers of fences and it never fails, but there is always one person sitting on the picnic table looking out at the road as I drive by.  I can’t help but wonder about this guy.  If I ever had access to the yard without concern of having a shaved off tooth brush gouged into my neck, I would love answers to my many thoughts about this loner. 

Are there ever battles over the picnic table?  Is that “Eddie’s table”?  As in, stay away from that table or Eddie will carve out your eye with a plastic spoon? 

Why not play with your fellow inmates?  (or “What’s wrong sad clown?”)

Is this person plotting escape or how he is going to hide his shiv during the next shake down? 

 

 

Filed under: Exercise, confused, stupid, weekend, wife

Its so hard to say goodbye

Last night after twisting balloons at Red Robin I was talking with my wife.  I got excited at the thought of having nothing on my schedule this Wednesday evening.  Then it hit me that this is the last weekday evening until mid August that I will not have an obligation of some sort.  So, I shall call tonight my overcommitment celebratory evening.  Or, the “I can’t say NO celebration”. 

What to do…what to do.  I plan on going to the gym.  After that I should probably shower and I should fold laundry…but if this is a celebratory evening, how is that celebratory?  It should be a last meal sort of night, so maybe a video game?

For those of you who think that I am exaggerating, here is a peek at what I have commited to since the word NO is rarely heard in my vocabulary. 

Monday:  Church Softball games at 6:00pm followed by a semimandatory trip to the sponsor where libations are forced against my will down my throat.  Church softball is funny.  Grown church men fight.  I have even witnessed twin 45 year old brothers on another church team beat the shit out of each other.  Of all the softball leagues I have ever been in, this Catholic Church 16″ softball league is the farthest from God out of all of them. 

Tuesday:  Gotta pay some bills.  Twisting balloons at Red Robin in Algonquin from 6:00 until 8:00pm.  This is a doozy.  I leave my day job at 4:30, and drive an hour and a half in rush hour every tuesday to twist balloons for many children each night.  It’s not the money I make each evening that makes me happy, but the many birthday parties that I get referrals for since each and every table gets a business card. 

Wednesday:  12″ softball league with friends.  New league this year.  I am most excited about this league since this will be the first time I am on a team with some of my closest and best friends.  It could be great, or it could suck. Only time will tell.  On a side note, I am the starting pitcher for both teams and I am interested to see how badly I pitch in 12″ since the mound is 10 feet farther back vs. the 16″ mound. 

Thursday:  Billiards from 6:00-1:00am  This is a rough one since it usually leads to a hangover for the mandatory 8:00am Friday morning team meeting.  I have been playing pool for many many years and will be heading to Las Vegas in less than two weeks to compete in the US National Championships.  Hopefully I will do well. 

Friday:  Gotta pay more bills. I head off on the same drive to Algonquin to twist balloons at Nero’s Pizza.  I enjoy Nero’s a bit more than Red Robin since there are fewer children and I get to twist for adults as well.  Adding Nero’s to my weekly balloon entertainment lineup has literally doubled the amount of calls I get for private events and is another added step to the promiseland of doing balloons full time and making a decent living while doing it. 

Saturday and Sunday has now become injected with anywhere from 2-5 balloon events now.  Rarely will a weekend come and go where I don’t have some sort of balloon engagement. 

Mix in random church meetings, the occasional Cubs game, and three vacation trips, and you have the making for a ridiculously crazy summer. 

I have been fearing this weekfor some time and it is finally arrived.  I just have to wonder at what point I crack and say enough.  I am really getting excited at the concept of having children.  I have heard from many friends that a great benefit to children is having a reason to say that you can’t do something.  This will be my Ironman summer.  I hope I am up for it.  I put the over under at June 19th for when I hit the wall. 

Filed under: Church, Cry baby, Cubs, Exercise, Overcommitment, excuse, grouchy, peer pressure, train wreck, work

Blah, Blah, Blah…

I hate to say it, but life right now is about as boring as it gets.  I would classify it as the calm before the storm. 

I fell hard off my “ride the snake” bandwagon.  I was still eating somewhat healthy, but since I got back from my trip to Vegas I haven’t been nearly as motivated as I was prior to.  I jumped back on this week and am going at it harder than before.  I started the second phase of my supplemental campaign and started taking Creatine in addition to Hydroxycut and Meal replacement drinks.  I am beginning to survive solely on liquids and the weird thing about it all is that I am never really hungry any more.  Here is a snapshot of my food for yesterday, and I feel gay talking about this because the bottom line is that this new diet is about as unmanly as it gets. 

Breakfast:  half a cup of low fat yogurt.  Yep, I said it, LOW FAT yogurt.  WTF you say?  Me too.  For three months I was eating regular yogurt.  Then I asked my wife to pick up my usual two vats full of yogurt a week, and she came home with low fat yogurt.  It tastes a little like yogurt, but not.  If I can enter a weird moment with you, I would classify it as tasteless spooge.  If served warm I would have to question my sexuality.  I still do while I eat it anyway…

I take Hydroxycut Hardcore and fishoil with breakfast. 

Around 10am I will have half of a meal replacement shake.

Around noon, I will have the other half of the meal replacement shake.  I also will take the creatine at this point. 

Around 4 I take my second hydroxycut and fish oil for the day in prep for either the gym or twisting balloons for the evening. 

If I get to the gym, I will get a health shake for dinnner post workout. 

When I get home I take my second dosage of creatine. 

That’s it.  That is what enters my body on a daily basis other than the a standard meal here or there when I get to sit down with my wife which isn’t that often.  This lifestyle was so hard at first, since my true love in life was to eat good food.  And good food is anything that is bad for you.  But, my body has grown used to the fact that I can’t do that any longer. 

Last night at the gym, I was on an eliptical machine next to a guy that smelled like a bag of asses.  Just thought I would put that out there.  I have to begin scrutinizing who I get on a machine next to because I seriously at one point put the towel over my nose and pretended to wipe my face for a good 10 minutes to complete my workout.  In all seriousness, the smell was as if he had sweat for two days straight without using any sort of deodorant, combined with crapping his pants while he worked out.  I thought about it for a good minute that thought that I should have earned a metal for staying next to him for as long as I did, and I will remember that guy in the future to save my lungs from breathing in the wretched stench that this guy emitted. 

On a final gym note, there is a total tranny that works out at my gym.  It’s great.  He/she has hair like a woman, wears makeup like a woman, dresses like a woman, has fake boobs like a woman, but has a weiner.  He/she is ripped, too.  In better shape than 90 percent in the gym.  What amazed me most was that He/she was wearing spandex that explicitly drew attention to his package.  I honestly looked around to see if cameras were rolling because I might be on some sort of joke show. 

I just finished a booked called “I hope they serve beer in Hell” by Tucker Max.  I will share some of my thoughts soon on that.  My best friend Schief is the man behind the Fukudometer and is beginning to get international fame because of a name he slapped on cardboard as well as some Japanese numbers.  It’s quite funny really. 

 

 

 

Filed under: Boobies, Cubs, Exercise, Schief, bag of asses, balls, body, boredom, fat, muscles, ride the snake, smelly, stink, weird

Quick milestone

Things are rough at my regular day job.  The screws are tightening and we are being watched at all times.  I hit a milestone in my quest for unflabbiness that I needed to share.  For the first time in 7 years, I am in the 220’s.  Just barely, but I am there.  I haven’t seen a 22x in a very long time and if I didn’t have a broken rib (different story for a different day), I might have jumped up and thrown my hands in the air while screaming Yahoo!  Instead, I muttered a silent yahoo hoping to not anger the bone that feels like it is poking straight into my left lung. 

22lbs down, 18 to go for my goal prior to March 26th.  I have 27 days left and I am not going to hit the 210 mark as I hoped prior to Vegas. I know that I aimed entirely too high, but even if I hit 30lbs taken off in 2 1/2 months vs the 40lbs, I have won.  The only problem will be not gaining every single pound of it back while I am out there.   I type this while many around me eat free ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery that was brought in by one of our vendors.  I’ll just reach for my powdered meal in a huge jug, add a little water, shake, shake, and go on my new unfatty way, thank you very much. 

210’s here I come. 

Filed under: Exercise, Fatty, achy, body, pain, ride the snake, sore, work

Food is my new porn

Throughout my recent weight loss quest, I have given up on food that is bad for me.  Now the term “bad for me” could mean several different things.  It could be truly good for me to eat while I am eating it, but it will not yield the appropriate results for my epic battle against the evil fat that lives within my body. 

I still think and will always think that God played the greatest joke on humanity when he made food that tastes good bad for you and food the tastes bad very good for you. 

I love the fact that my gym has little 15″ LCD televisions on every single cardio machine so that I can channel surf while I work out, but I never realized how much advertising is on the television for fast food restaurants.  I have debated with the idea of putting a comment in the box that they should implement some sort of technology that will edit out all of the food commercials while I work out.  It truly is torture. 

Go to this blog: http://www.thefoodpornographer.com/

Looking at their food dishes is hotter to me right now than looking at naked women.  It really is. You might think I am joking, but I am not.  I don’t know what that says about me.  Maybe it says that I can’t succeed in my lifestyle change.  I could sit here and stare at all of that good tasting food all freaking day.  I couldn’t find a photo of the people that run this blog, but I would have to imagine that they are very fat people.  If they have eaten the food that is in every single image (over 6,100) then I would put them high on the list of potential heart attack victims.  Not that I am judging, but that food just looks so damn good….

Filed under: Blog, Blogroll, Cry baby, Exercise, Fatty, body, boredom, fat, weird

Blindsided

I pulled up this site a bit ago, and kind of sat back and reflected upon some of the craziness that is my life.  I don’t like to bore people to death on here, even though I am very guilty of doing so on a frequent basis. 

I wrote earlier this week about this past weekend when my brother and his wife and their 5 children (my nieces and nephews)  came up and stayed.  My younger brother as well as my mother came up, too.  It was a very interesting visit since this would have to be the first time that our whole family had been together for no reason other than to visit.  Typically it takes a holiday to rope me into hanging with the crazies, but for once we all just came together to enjoy a weekend.  Rare, but it was nice in a screwed up way. 

I just got news from my wife that my brother is leaving my sister in law.  My sister in law emailed my wife to give her the news.  They are calling it a seperation, but child support and visitation has already been settled, so I would call it more than a seperation. 

So, right now I sit here….shocked and feeling really sick to my stomach.  My older brother seemed at peace this weekend.  I thought it was because he had finally found happiness with his wife and family, but now it would appear that the happiness was because he had already made a mental decision to cut ties and move on.  Wow.  I didn’t see this coming. 

Pretty ridiculous weekend ahead for me.  Four different balloon events (www.misterd.balloonhq.com) combined with loads of church activities and amongst all of this punishment I am doing to my body, I fear I have been neglecting time with my wife, so I will try to make up for that all the while still getting to the gym on Saturday and Sunday.  What ever happened to a relaxing weekend? 

61 days until my goal expires.  I am 15 days into my new lifestyle and as of last night I have dropped 15 pounds already.  15lbs down, 25 still to go.  I think I should be able to hit the remainder 25 within the next 61 days.  Hopefully they will come off as quickly as the first 15 did.  My wife is in no way excited for me since she is concerned that it’s happening too fast.  This leaves me with no one to celebrate a milestone with except me and this forum.  I am very proud of myself.  Not just for the lifestyle change but also because yesterday was the one month anniversary of my last cigarette.  I haven’t gone this long without a smoke since I picked up the nasty habit during college over ten years ago.  Hooray for me.  Once again, something that I can’t celebrate with my wife because for over 7 years I hid the fact that I smoked on a regular basis from her. 

Hooray for me and the therapy this forum brings with it.  Have a wonderful weekend. 

Filed under: Brother, Church, Exercise, In laws, Resolutions, balloon, body, ride the snake, weekend, wife, work

Do I smell?

That is a genuine question that I had to ask myself last night at the gym.  It become comical after a while. Let me explain…

I am now feeling much better.  I am over the Bronchitis thing, although I can still be heard around the office ridding myself of flemmy substances that seem to have hung around or is the aftermath of a bronchitis infection.  I think I should stop taking the antibiotics and save the remainder for the next time that I come down with this, but my wife disagrees.  Why use them all when I am feeling better and have enough still to get me through the next meeting of good vs. evil germ warfare? 

Anywho, I decided to get back on the horse in regards to my weight loss regimen.  I restarted my food diet, and went back to the gym last night.  I hit the weights hard and got in quite a workout.  I have become annoyed because the physical trainers are now on some sort of membership drive where they will interrupt your workout to ask if I personally know anyone looking to join a gym.  I was asked that question by no less than 3 different trainers last night.  There must be some sort of commission out right now for recruiting.  It’s quite annoying, really. 

After I was done with weights, I moved on to cardio and was on an elliptical machine.  After about a5 minutes, a girl walked up and got on the machine next to me.  It’s nice to have a girl get on a machine next to you because usually they smell very nice and you can’t help but catch the fresh smell that they bring to their space.  (that sounded pretty creepy, I know)  After a minute she stopped and got off the machine.  She walked down to the end of the row and got on another machine and continued her work out. 

5 minutes later, another girl walked up and got on the machine.  She made it a few minutes before quitting and moving to another machine far away. 

Another few minutes go by and someone else comes up to the machine.  This time it’s a guy.  He stays with it for less than a minute before moving on.  I immediately started laughing wondering what on earth is driving them away.  I am sweating, but I can’t smell that bad.  I secretly slowed down and tried to breath in the air around me.  I did a quick breath check and all seemed normal. 

Finally another girl came up to the machine, and sure enough, she stopped and left.  She moved to the machine on the other side of me, which told me that it wasn’t me.  I looked over at her and asked why she switched machines since 5 others had done the same.  She responed with the fact that the computer on the machine kept saying “error” when you would try and choose a workout routine.  “Ahhh, that’s why…” I responded.  And I honestly thought it was me that was driving everyone away. 

Knowing that one of the physical trainers was approaching me yesterday, I intentionally messed with his mind. 

On each cardio machine, there is a 15″ LCD television that allows you to watch whatever channel you want.  Built into the system is a closed circuit channel where you can watch your child in the gym day care center on one of two different camera angles.  As the trainer approaced me, I flipped to the day care room channel.  As he talked to me about knowing anyone who might want to join, he noticed what channel I was watching.  He asked which child was mine trying to develop chatter, and it came to a screeching halt when I answered, “none…I don’t have children…” He stammered and went on with his scripted questions scrolled out on his clipboard eluding to me asking family and friends if they want to get roped in to a new gym membership so I can get a month free.  I doubt that person will ever ask me anything ever again. 

I am debating with the idea of getting T-shirts made that say, “No I don’t know anyone that wants to join this gym.”  Or maybe a hat would be just as good. 

Filed under: Exercise, creepy, elliptical, smelly, stupid, weird

I can’t take it…

but I am going to anyway.  The coundown is at 72 days.  Only 6 in my new lifestyle, and I have deduced that I am going too hard.  My body and brain are not getting along.  My brain wants to keep working and hit the ultimate goal in a week.  My body continues to say “Fuck you” to my brain.  They have a love hate relationship.  Tonight I have my one required one hour session with a physical trainer.  I would love to explore this profession in a later post and I think I will.  Since I know that it is the goal of my gym to dig their hands as deep into my pockets as possible they are going to sell the shit out of paying for a physical trainer.  I have been thinking up a plan on scaring the shit out of whatever trainer gets stuck with me.  I have to come up with a story.  Something along the lines where my Hepatitis can only be contained with one hour of cardio daily.  Or how I just got done with a 3 year stint in the pen for stalking my last physical trainer.  I could have a lot of fun with that one.  I think that my response to any question eluding to scheduling sessions wiht a physical trainer will be, “My psychotherapist doesn’t think that it would be smart for me to start seeing a physical trainer again after what happened last time.” 

The theme of this past weekend was balloons.  I managed to make perhaps the greatest balloon sculptures yet to date in my life as a balloon twister.  A 5 foot long Lightning McQueen and a 4 foot tall Snow white.  Each were commissioned for seperate birthday parties and both were fully custom made.  Typically when I am booked for a balloon gig (www.misterd.balloonhq.com) I offer a grand finale creation for an extra thirty bucks.  I will make something a little more elaborate than the norm and keep it in my car until the party is over.  Before I leave I bring inthe surprise and offer it to the birthday child to the “oohs” and “aahs” of the parents.  Bringing it in at the end of the party also prevents every single child to want the same thing that you spent 3-4 hours on the morning of or the night before.   Thirty bucks is nothing for the sculptures I made since they do take an enormous amount of time.  I like to make them because it allows me to challenge myself and create things that I wouldn’t normally make.  The Thirty bucks purely covers the expense for balloons on the grand creation.  I will post some pictures of these creations soon.  Next weekend I have to make a life sized Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle and I am looking forward to that as well.  

This last weekend also gave me time to fix things with my wife.  I don’t know what it is about my lifestyle change, but it has created tensions in the homefront.  My wife and I were/are not on the same page about the decisions that I have made.  She understands a little more now after we spent a good amount of time talking and I actually think that my change is bringing on a change in her as well.  She is eating healthier as well as working out more and more, so this could be good for both of us. 

I know I continue to promise pictures and they will be coming online soon.  Computer problems at home have prevented from the upload of photos, and I am now at the point that I am just going to go to Walgreens and have all of the images uploaded from my memory cards to a disc so I can finally get it done. 

Have a great week!

Filed under: Exercise, Fatty, achy, balloon, body, muscles, pain, ride the snake, sore, weekend, wife

Ride the Snake!

http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=460399&fr=

Go and watch this video.  This is the program that I have joined on my quest to lose the weight.  75 days now and 25 pounds.  I have decided to introduce supplements to my plan and boy did I!  Last night I dropped a couple hundred at GNC for the good stuff.  Not just good stuff, but the stuff that they keep locked up in the little plastic lockboxes that you can not pick up, look at, and use without signing a waiver that you will not hold GNC reliable if just touching the bottle causes the fat to magically disappear from the fingers holding the bottle. 

I have hit my obsessive compulsive nerve on this mission and I secretly like it.  My doctor requested that I don’t go too hard too fast since it shines a spotlight on my obsessive compulsiveness, but right now, I don’t give a rat’s ass.  This morning I popped the first series of pills and I don’t know what they put in them, but I have already stepped away from my desk and without even realizing dropped and starting doing pushups…I just can’t stop.  They make me want to break dance right now. 

I had considered the new FDA approved weight loss product Alli, but something about that product scares me.  Here is the website: http://www.myalli.com/

I have heard stories about people randomly pooping themselves with this stuff, and to my knowledge that is how it works.  If you eat more than 15 grams of fat in any meal, you are going to crap your pants sometimes without knowing it.  Stray too far from your diet and you are guaranteed to poop in your pants!  Talk about an extreme embarrasment.  If I knew that I might randomly crap my pants, then I wouldn’t eat anything that would have a single gram of fat. 

Here are two very disturbing tales right off of alli’s website:  (note to reader- If reading disgusting “opps, I’ve crapped my pants” stories repulse you, then skip down to the next paragraph.

“(I)’ve pooped my pants 3 times today, and sorry to get descriptive but it even leaked onto the couch at one point!” writes one user.

It can strike any time — even in the early hours of the morning. One user writes: “(Y)a know how when you start moving around in the morning ya pass a little gas. Well, I did and then went into the bathroom and to my horror I had an orange river of grease running down my leg.”

Oh, I just wish that I knew someone directly that has taken it to confirm all that I have read! 

I am not going to turn this into a weight loss journal or anything, but I am going to post when anything weird or different happens during my quest such has clumps of hair falling out or a 10lb section of fat randomly falling off of my stomach. 

Fun weekend ahead.  Balloon parties galore mixed in with some workouts and church.  Nice little weekend ahead of me.  Have a wonderful weekend!

Filed under: Blog, Church, Exercise, Resolutions, alli, balloon, body, muscles, poop, ride the snake, scared, stupid, train wreck