It's been a while.

That's because I was doing poorly. Then I saw a picture of me. I looked like I weighed 250 pounds. I don't think it was an accurate depiction, but I don't even want a bad camera angle to look like that.

So, for the last four days I haven't fucked up at all. I've eaten well and exercised often. I even feel like I can do this on the weekends. I've commited myself to eating salads and I'm not that bad at it. Cool.

Maybe on Sunday I'll have a beer at band practice.

Coon's Age.

It's been a while since I've posted. You can imagine what that means; the holidays took me away from my healthy living. Not to mention the frigid cold that keeps me from running outdoors.

BUT! I have kicked it into high fucking gear my friends. Yesterday I worked out for an hour and ate very sensibly. It looked something like this:

breakfast: whey protein (130 cals), fiber one bar (140 cals).
work out: 1 hour, 500 cals burned. arms.
lunch: whey protein (130 cals), whole wheat pasta with some pesto (? 250 cals).
snack: naked juice (300 cals).
dinner: lasanga with whole wheat pasta, ground turkey and light ricotta. one piece of garlic bread (?500 cals?).

FUCK YEAH!

Today went something like this:

breakfast: whey protein, two cups of coffee.
snack: banana.
work out: forty-five minutes (420 cals burned, burned looks at annoying skinny bitches who weren't sweating). no strength training.
lunch: whole wheat pasta with pesto and one small chicken breast. whey protein.
dinner: left over lasanga, one piece garlic bread.

I've been sick with some weird, unnamed illness that has caused me to really value my health and made me not very hungry. I've been completely satisfied all day long and wasn't even tempted by chocolate at the office or chips and dip at the grocery store. This may be it, guys!