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Health Journal : Day 1
13 years ago
General
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away Alright, let's get some basic info down.
Current Weight : 259 lbs
Current Height : 5'9"
Eye Color : Blue
Hair Color : Brown and Silver ( 27 years old with silver hair already. STRESSFUL LIFE )
Penis Length : Ahhahahaha unacceptable D:
Time : 5:49 pm
Date: 10/17/2012
That stuff has little to do with my weight, so ignore anything you don't care to know. I know, my hair is awesome and nobody cares about my penis. Not even me.
Anyway, let's start with what I've eaten so far today.
25 Pizza Rolls. I read the nutrition information for calories and stuff and it looks like they were 220 calories per serving, and each serving was 6 rolls. So I ate 916 calories.
2 cups of dry roasted peanuts. No idea about the calories here, I'll look when I go upstairs here in a bit.
4 eggs with some Velveeta cheese. Fu-king-yum.
1 glass of milk and 1 glass of orange juice.
And now for exercise.
50 minutes on the bike.
262.7 calories burned
12 miles biked on ascending and descending resistances
2 miles on Resistance 1
2 miles on Resistance 2
2 miles on Resistance 3
2 miles on Resistance 4
2 miles on Resistance 5
2 miles on Resistance 6
And about 20 minutes of Just Dance 3's Sweat mode! PANTSLESS! THE FUCKING SHORTS JUST KEPT FALLING OFF!!! D:
Note: Remember I will be editing this journal entry as I ate and work out, so check back every so often to see what I've managed to do. Or not do. Then proceed to mock me and call me a fatty if I've done absolutely nothing. It'll hurt my feelings and make me sad. So after I get done crying I'll get upset and then get on the bike and pedal till my legs fall off. INSPIRATION!
Another Note: I'll be adding an End of the Day (EotD) bit after everything's done and I'm about to recline and play 360 or pass the fuck out in the floor after vomiting on my patio outside. (I hate a kick ass patio so double loss on my part) Expect me to tell you how I'm feeling at the end of the day, how the workout affected me, and what I plan on doing tomorrow, and let's see if I can live up to my own expectations!
EotD Note: Well, after doing my bottomless session of Just Dance 3 and my 12 mile up-and-down-a-hill bike ride I can say without hesitation that I figured out where my was falling off. MY LEGS. For about 15 minutes after dancing like a retard, I peeled, yes peeled that shit was stuck to me, my shirt off and hopped in the shower.
Where I promptly felt like pure sex. I understand why these fitness geeks are like rabid bunnies. Fuck me I felt good... for about 5 minutes. After that, my body chimed in with this message, "Oh hey there Saint. I'm really, really glad you've decided to make us look good. And I'm really, really happy that you have no pride or shame to speak of to dance with no shorts on. I'm so happy, I'd like to share with your brain what your body's feeling."
Annnnnnnnnnnd then my entire body felt weak and drained and pitiful. Suddenly all my gung ho attitude came crashing violently with the backlash of my decision to bike 12 miles and run across what the game said was Central Park. My shoulders are aching. MY SHOULDERS! That doesn't even make sense! I just flailed them around like an epileptic mid-seizure! (No offense to epileptics) And they're AAAAACHING! Also, water tasted funny. ALSO, remember kids, to DRINK WATER when exercising, a lesson I will not forget again. (But fuck that shower was sex. Seriously. Sex. I think the water fucked me. Can I say I'm not virgin anymore now?)
Anyways, all aches and pains and my body telling me WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ARE YOU FUCK FUCKING DOING aside, I feel really good. I'm awake, which is bad since it's 3 am here, and I'm feeling the work out. My heart is beating and my lungs are... lunging? What do lungs do? Breathe? Well that's stupid, if they weren't I'd be dead.
So, for tomorrow, I expect... to repeat this. Although judging by my body's happy yet horrible response to doing BOTH, I may break it up to Just Dance 3 one night, and biking like a motherf**ker another. Then once I've gotten used to them, I'll bring them back together. And have sex with my shower again. Maybe. If it buys me dinner.
~Saint
Current Weight : 259 lbs
Current Height : 5'9"
Eye Color : Blue
Hair Color : Brown and Silver ( 27 years old with silver hair already. STRESSFUL LIFE )
Penis Length : Ahhahahaha unacceptable D:
Time : 5:49 pm
Date: 10/17/2012
That stuff has little to do with my weight, so ignore anything you don't care to know. I know, my hair is awesome and nobody cares about my penis. Not even me.
Anyway, let's start with what I've eaten so far today.
25 Pizza Rolls. I read the nutrition information for calories and stuff and it looks like they were 220 calories per serving, and each serving was 6 rolls. So I ate 916 calories.
2 cups of dry roasted peanuts. No idea about the calories here, I'll look when I go upstairs here in a bit.
4 eggs with some Velveeta cheese. Fu-king-yum.
1 glass of milk and 1 glass of orange juice.
And now for exercise.
50 minutes on the bike.
262.7 calories burned
12 miles biked on ascending and descending resistances
2 miles on Resistance 1
2 miles on Resistance 2
2 miles on Resistance 3
2 miles on Resistance 4
2 miles on Resistance 5
2 miles on Resistance 6
And about 20 minutes of Just Dance 3's Sweat mode! PANTSLESS! THE FUCKING SHORTS JUST KEPT FALLING OFF!!! D:
Note: Remember I will be editing this journal entry as I ate and work out, so check back every so often to see what I've managed to do. Or not do. Then proceed to mock me and call me a fatty if I've done absolutely nothing. It'll hurt my feelings and make me sad. So after I get done crying I'll get upset and then get on the bike and pedal till my legs fall off. INSPIRATION!
Another Note: I'll be adding an End of the Day (EotD) bit after everything's done and I'm about to recline and play 360 or pass the fuck out in the floor after vomiting on my patio outside. (I hate a kick ass patio so double loss on my part) Expect me to tell you how I'm feeling at the end of the day, how the workout affected me, and what I plan on doing tomorrow, and let's see if I can live up to my own expectations!
EotD Note: Well, after doing my bottomless session of Just Dance 3 and my 12 mile up-and-down-a-hill bike ride I can say without hesitation that I figured out where my was falling off. MY LEGS. For about 15 minutes after dancing like a retard, I peeled, yes peeled that shit was stuck to me, my shirt off and hopped in the shower.
Where I promptly felt like pure sex. I understand why these fitness geeks are like rabid bunnies. Fuck me I felt good... for about 5 minutes. After that, my body chimed in with this message, "Oh hey there Saint. I'm really, really glad you've decided to make us look good. And I'm really, really happy that you have no pride or shame to speak of to dance with no shorts on. I'm so happy, I'd like to share with your brain what your body's feeling."
Annnnnnnnnnnd then my entire body felt weak and drained and pitiful. Suddenly all my gung ho attitude came crashing violently with the backlash of my decision to bike 12 miles and run across what the game said was Central Park. My shoulders are aching. MY SHOULDERS! That doesn't even make sense! I just flailed them around like an epileptic mid-seizure! (No offense to epileptics) And they're AAAAACHING! Also, water tasted funny. ALSO, remember kids, to DRINK WATER when exercising, a lesson I will not forget again. (But fuck that shower was sex. Seriously. Sex. I think the water fucked me. Can I say I'm not virgin anymore now?)
Anyways, all aches and pains and my body telling me WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK ARE YOU FUCK FUCKING DOING aside, I feel really good. I'm awake, which is bad since it's 3 am here, and I'm feeling the work out. My heart is beating and my lungs are... lunging? What do lungs do? Breathe? Well that's stupid, if they weren't I'd be dead.
So, for tomorrow, I expect... to repeat this. Although judging by my body's happy yet horrible response to doing BOTH, I may break it up to Just Dance 3 one night, and biking like a motherf**ker another. Then once I've gotten used to them, I'll bring them back together. And have sex with my shower again. Maybe. If it buys me dinner.
~Saint
We're a similar weight. I'll make a start too, and we can see who is doing better?
Or I can just fuck off and leave you be. Whatever works!
Nah, that nasty stuff aside, sure! Join up! I'd be delighted to see folks participate in this! It'd certainly help me turn up the heat on myself, knowing I was performing for onlookers. Nothing brings out the best in a person like potential shame and embarrassment! XD
I would never tell someone to fuck off. That's not entirely true, it just takes a special kind of someone. XD
Cool, lets do it! If you stick with it, I will.
I've battled with my weight for years, and now I'm single, it's time to start looking like a person again.
At the moment I'm not going to commit myself to saying a an exact figure for my weight, only that my figure is "round" - I'll get a specific number tomorrow.
We're gonna do it, you and me and anyone else who winds up joining in. And I'm only going to update my weight number every 2 weeks. I should probably add that into the journal too.