Yeah, here we fucking go again. I’m not making any bold claims. We both know that I will probably give up far quicker than I should because I hate diets and exercising. I do have a reason as to why I am back to this.
Monday, I went to the doctors, and the news wasn’t great. My blood sugars are up to a level that require medication, my cholesterol is finally high, my blood pressure is absurd, and my heart beats are more frantic than ever. So I made a deal with the doc that we;d do a follow up in 3 months, and I would do some blood work 2 weeks prior. That gives me approximately 10 weeks to drop some weight and get myself heading in a better direction. I honestly have no idea if I will achieve this or not. I hope that I do, but I won’t know for 3 months. In the meantime, I am dieting, exercising, and looking to start some yoga. Fucking hell.
You know the drill by now. I give you my exercise playlist, and you pretend that you care. Deal?
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So I had one goal today….OK, I had multiples goals, but one in particular for exercising. To beat the Hateful 8 mile. If you read earlier, I missed the 8th mile by less than a tenth of a mile. It’s only a tenth. That’s about 20-25 seconds depending on how tired or tension there is.
Well, I peddled my ass off. I got 7.9 yet again. So back to back days. This reminds me of back when I would try to get 4 miles in 15 minutes, and I could never get over the hump. This is the same damn thing. If I don’t conquer it tomorrow, then I’ll conquer it at some point. 8 miles is pushing my current personal bounds. Back a year or 2 ago, 10 minutes was hard. Shit happens.
I’m participating in this 10K step thing with my friend Stef, and when I’m on the bike, none of that shit counts. It’s such a slap to the cock. So I sit here and I haven’t cracked 3K yet. And I probably won’t crack it tomorrow. I am trying to think of a way to strap the FitBit to my leg so it counts as steps. Then I would be far more likely to get the rest. For right now, this fool ain’t doing no 3.5 walk. I have a hairline to think about.
Finally, I will tell you all my playlist. I have no idea if ANYBODY gives a fuck about this, so if you do, leave a comment because this part of the blog takes twice as long to do than the rest of the blog.
Punk Rock Song
Heavy Is The Head
It’s In His Kiss