I left the gym at 213 lbs today. That brings my total, so far, to 51 lbs in 103 days. I’m fucking proud. I’m fucking happy. I’m fucking motivated. However, I’m nowhere near done. My goal of 196 will be met. I think I will probably be about 192 when my 76 days in a row are over.
I don’t know what the future holds, but it will most definitely be highlighted by fitness in one way or another. I will never let myself go again. I’ve done things that not many can do. That’s impressive, coming from someone who wanted to be off earth about 6-7 short months ago.
Today, I want to live. I want to live in discomfort and continue to show myself that I can overcome anything. I want to shower in iCE water every day, kill cardio, destroy weights and blow through a 200 degree sauna. I want to succeed. More than anything, I want to help others.
I’m hoping this summer when I’m where I want to be and where I want to maintain I ca. develop a program to help others. This won’t be science. This will be my experience. After losing 70 plus lbs in 6 months, I feel qualified to help others. I feel OBLIGATED to help others. Others should have the feeling I have today. Stay tuned mutha fuckas. The best is yet to come.
190’s. Here I come.
Quiet Desperation 