[i HATE normal]
November 13, 2009 by OCstrength
Filed under Fitness
That is my new bumper sticker.
Why? I’m not sure.
I am mean? I expect nothing but your best?
I’m not too sure. I do know the world loves comfort. That is why the WORLD IS FAT AND WEAK.
That’s right, this is my website, so ill say whatever the fuck I feel like. I probably piss you off because im 100% right with what I say. You would rather have someone tell you, its “OK to fuck up” over and over again. You want to hear, “yes. you can eat this. Just not everyday.”
NO! You cannot have your candy and get a 6 pack. Got it?
I watch fat people walk in and out of Starbucks all damn day. They order whatever they want with no regard to their own personal being. Let us just assume for one second that YOU REALLY DON’T CARE… I know you’re lying, but ill pretend to make you happy. So you don’t care, well…what about your spouse??? Do you really think they like seeing your fatness? Is there any wonder why cheating and divorce is so high in America? It goes hand in hand with obesity. What about when you hit 50, do you want a heart attack to go? Or would you rather have it super sized?
You were not BORN OBESE, stop fucking lying…to yourself…because we do not believe you at all. Nobody buys in to your bullshit genetic, or otherwise, excuses.
Enough harshness for you? Well, I have the right to be harsh. I was fat, lazy, disgusting, and full of the same excuses at one time as well. I know it’s bullshit. Why was I fat? Let’s see…
1. I had no clue how bad the choices I was making, really were.
2. I was young, I could ‘eat whatever’ I wanted. Riiight….
3. I was not ‘that fat’. Riiiiight…again.
4. I hung out at places that caused fatness.
5. I had no desire to be in good physical shape.
Everything changed. Change is good.
I got on a diet, a shitty one, but still a diet. I did mass cardio, and just stuck with it. Soon the weight came off. 10lbs FAST AS SHIT… See? I know this works, I have seen it happen.
Tipola: When you are fat and disgusting, and eat and exercise like it…once you finally do something active, the weight will flee your bones at an alarming rate.
This is where the ‘motivation’ kicks in. You SEE it happen, now you’re a true believer…and push harder.
I was DONE…done buying bigger clothes, done being ignored by females, done seeing bleeeeding stretch marks…gross, I know. Dude, it aint fun being fat.
Why do I have to feel bad for people have made bad choices over and over again? I do try and help, the ones who use it- know I do. I know it is not easy to change things.
The pile of crap did not amount to itself overnight, and it will not change overnight either. Everything that will last time, takes time to build.
For me the training part is easy, i literally fell in love with it. I am not sure why. The way I train is not ‘fun’…because, to me, fun is like..ummm, fishing, or a day out with the family, softball, flag football, shit like that. To me, it is more like crack to a crackhead, like Whitney or Bobby Brown. It’s like little boys to M.J. (ok, sorry about that one) or white girls to Kobe…HAHAHA! C’mon, it’s my site..and that was funny! You get the point. I feel like I need it, or I will die.
So hey, let us all be smarter this time around. I will follow the laws closer and those of you that are not…just start using your body. These nagging injuries are not new, they’re just VERY strong this time around…”not right” type of strong. I am already mapping out my 6 weeks of mayhem I am going to do.
“Just rest, Mike.” Well, folks…I am. And I am doing the best I can.
“Mike, that is silly. Resting is easy. “ Yeah, you’d think so.
Your average Joe loves rest, I hate it. Asking me to rest is like asking you to give up your favorite fast food joint, or your favorite beer for a while.
Try this, you rest…REST from eating ‘out’ for 2 weeks. See? I know your cringed and said, “Oh you are fuckin nuts!”
I don’t expect you to understand…but here is a workout from September.
THE GRAND. This was done in my garage, alone. I need this feeling back…sweat pouring, chest thumping, heart skipping, muscles cramping, head cocked back or leaned forward for balance, ipod blaring but unheard.
Just me and the voices…..go beast. Go beast…go.
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““Just rest, Mike.” Well, folks…I am. And I am doing the best I can.”
And a pretty god job at that.
I still hate it. And the knee is tellin me enough cardio already. Truth is I just need to clean up the diet to near perfection and that will set me up very nicely for Dec 7th kickoff.