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Jan. 27th, 2011 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzThat was hard. It's hard enough not getting drunk or eating gobs of restaurant food while on the road. However, I'm fat, broken, and weak so I find it easier to stick with my program - especially because I'm taking my workouts on a schedule of growth far more seriously. So, today after my deposition, I ...
Ok first I ate too much in a fairly nice mexican restaurant (recommended by a meximerican) in which I got a mammoth chickiveggiebeanyburrito that was not fatty, at least compared to the usual fatty cheese covered mexican fare.
Then, 2 hours later when I realized I was still full but I risked letting evening fall, I went to the Garden City YMCA. I didn't know where anything was, some of the equipment i wanted wasn't there, and I practically had to do my deadlifts in front of the door because there really wasn't much of a setup for that (only one squat rack, no other free bars around). But, full tummy and all, I pushed my way through my crappy workout in the stupid gym with the lame equipment.
I know it doesn't sound like much, but it was hard, for me, and I did it anyway. Rawr. I'm proud of myself for that minor accomplishment, and the fact I did more pull ups and I've consistently been able to do more pull ups. I have been feeling fat, not strong, and when I can do more pull ups I started to chide myself it was just because I was losing weight rather than being stronger. Notice how whatever I'm doing, I self-criticize how I suck. In this case, I had to face that if I can do more pull ups, this means a) I'm stronger to pull the fat, b) I'm less fat so no stronger, or c) some combination of a&b. Nah.
What annoyed me was ... when I was leaving I sucked down a lot of water from a water fountain. I wandered around as I knew I needed more water, but I was still kinda panting so it was hard to drink a lot at once. I stumbled by the door to the basketball courts, and a bunch of about 10 year olds were playing bball. They were adorable, shirts vs skins (remember that!?) and it was hysterical to watch these kids who really weren't necessarily masters of the art of walking yet trying to play that sport. Cute! However, one scowling woman came over and hovered by me when I watched the kids play.
Really!? Everyone who looks at kids playing is what...you think I'm a pedofile!? Really!? Get the fuck off of FOX and fearing that everyone is out to fuck you neophyte human being. These tiny kids don't even have genitals yet, never mind sexuality. They're fucking babies, and ... just ugh. You wanna be nervous woman? Beware the fact I...I am a sick child molester! It's true! You know who's in "danger?" Your 18-22 year old daughter - the one with the dark eyeliner, slutty clothes, nonsymmetrical hair, acid-dropping and cheap booze drinking, shaving daily, angry music listening, teenage girl. And her girlfriend. Sometimes her boyfriend. If they are in my nightclub. I know they're too young and I just don't care - mua ha ha ha! But...fuckyou for acting like ... jebus they're kids. God. Maybe I'm overreacting.
Doesn't matter I'll probably get hit by a car anyway.
Ok first I ate too much in a fairly nice mexican restaurant (recommended by a meximerican) in which I got a mammoth chickiveggiebeanyburrito that was not fatty, at least compared to the usual fatty cheese covered mexican fare.
Then, 2 hours later when I realized I was still full but I risked letting evening fall, I went to the Garden City YMCA. I didn't know where anything was, some of the equipment i wanted wasn't there, and I practically had to do my deadlifts in front of the door because there really wasn't much of a setup for that (only one squat rack, no other free bars around). But, full tummy and all, I pushed my way through my crappy workout in the stupid gym with the lame equipment.
I know it doesn't sound like much, but it was hard, for me, and I did it anyway. Rawr. I'm proud of myself for that minor accomplishment, and the fact I did more pull ups and I've consistently been able to do more pull ups. I have been feeling fat, not strong, and when I can do more pull ups I started to chide myself it was just because I was losing weight rather than being stronger. Notice how whatever I'm doing, I self-criticize how I suck. In this case, I had to face that if I can do more pull ups, this means a) I'm stronger to pull the fat, b) I'm less fat so no stronger, or c) some combination of a&b. Nah.
What annoyed me was ... when I was leaving I sucked down a lot of water from a water fountain. I wandered around as I knew I needed more water, but I was still kinda panting so it was hard to drink a lot at once. I stumbled by the door to the basketball courts, and a bunch of about 10 year olds were playing bball. They were adorable, shirts vs skins (remember that!?) and it was hysterical to watch these kids who really weren't necessarily masters of the art of walking yet trying to play that sport. Cute! However, one scowling woman came over and hovered by me when I watched the kids play.
Really!? Everyone who looks at kids playing is what...you think I'm a pedofile!? Really!? Get the fuck off of FOX and fearing that everyone is out to fuck you neophyte human being. These tiny kids don't even have genitals yet, never mind sexuality. They're fucking babies, and ... just ugh. You wanna be nervous woman? Beware the fact I...I am a sick child molester! It's true! You know who's in "danger?" Your 18-22 year old daughter - the one with the dark eyeliner, slutty clothes, nonsymmetrical hair, acid-dropping and cheap booze drinking, shaving daily, angry music listening, teenage girl. And her girlfriend. Sometimes her boyfriend. If they are in my nightclub. I know they're too young and I just don't care - mua ha ha ha! But...fuckyou for acting like ... jebus they're kids. God. Maybe I'm overreacting.
Doesn't matter I'll probably get hit by a car anyway.
