Though I Jedi-mind-fucked myself to believe that ALL clothes were built small before, I’ve getting somewhat of a vindication of those feelings now.
75 pounds was supposed to mean a new WWE Championship Belt for my reward. As much as I am a sucker for the 20 pounds of gold around my waist, what’s the point of having a belt if your pants won’t stay up?
N***a what? I don’t even use that term but I dropped it when I saw that result. I stepped off and let it reset. Stepped back on. 70 pounds. I lost 70 pounds in 70 days?
So I had a personal breakthrough this evening. My wife and I made a trip to the mall tonight to drop of our wedding rings for their semi annual cleaning and stone treatment. Since we drove all the way over to The Galleria at Sunset we decided to make the trip worthwhile and do some window shopping.
My sincerest apologies for the delay; adulting can be such a burden on free time and blogging effectively. So here we are: Today is day 60! How do I celebrate? The only way I know how.
Okay, I understand. Y’all don’t like numbers and stuff. Sorry about that, but this journey can’t all be food adventures. 🙂 That said, today there will be a little food … Continue reading The Zumba King, Wrestlemania Foods, Goals & Missing Hawaii!
While I’ve experienced no complications thus far, I know that as I increase my cardio by another 10 minutes per session and lift 4 times a week instead of twice, I need to fuel up properly.