So I really let myself go over the past year and a half. But the past two months I've been working out and kickin butt. I'm only 5'9" but I'm 200lbs, and about 22% body fat. I started at 205lbs and 27% body fat so I've made good progress in 8 ish weeks. Lookin to become 180lbs and 8-10% body fat. Sounds really big and ripped but I always look about 30 lbs lighter than I really am. I think I have dense bones or something because I had a friend who looked way fatter than me and he was only 160. Maybe I have an adamantium skeleton and I don't even know it?

Working out has taught me discipline, it's given me energy, confidence, I've gained knowledge from it, my testosterone levels are higher, stress is lower, and boy does it give me a rush. I just don't give a shit about shit. I really don't. It brings me closer to being a wolverine, which is what I was going for. It just feels good to be so much more fearless and confident, and feel more powerful, and just not care what people do or think. I feel so much more in control of myself and my emotions. I'm really glad I've done this. I regret not starting earlier when my buddy was still in Alaska. He kept beggin me to work out with him and I kept saying no because of my back. Meh, excuses. If I had started workin out with him back then, I'd be a pile of muscle by now. Oh well.

I do get the urge to draw now and then but I've been too busy to even work on my map or doodle, or even play games. I probably wont have free time for that till I get a job in AZ and get settled in. Also I'm thinking of buying either a WS6 or C5 when I get there, depending on how much money I make. Shit, life is starting to look up. And even if it wasn't, I wouldn't care because I'm nobody's bitch anymore. I finally have the confidence and courage I've been seeking and I'm ready to put it to use.

Bed time.