Weekends, lol.

I have had the most ridicufuckintastic weekend ever, and I'm in college people. I can't believe its only Saturday. Last night I managed to drag myself out of bed and I did my workout, and right up at the end when I was getting ready to do lunges, I was picking myself up off the floor, tripped, and banged my knee something fierce. I've got this huge super-gash across the front of my leg, and a bruise that looks something like Virgina. So, I didn't get to do my lunges. And I had a huge glass of orange juice this morning, so its not exactly my routine but hey. I probably burned an equal amount of calories cursing the world and hating my life after the knee incident. Whatever, it wasn't perfect. I've been drinking this weekend too, so yeah. I figured it out, Thursday was something like 2200 calories and yesterday was probably about 1800. Oh cool story, on Thursday I reached a new level of cardio when I was playing a few pickup games of basketball down at the gym. I though my heart was going to explode. I bought a bottle of vitamin water and it was literally gone in about six seconds. I don't even like vitamin water that much, but it was cold and available. I've never been so completely bombed in my life, and it felt good. I can't wait for next Tuesday, the next time I have enough time to go play a few games. And the best part? I don't have to run on tuesday-thursday if I go play basketball, because I'm getting triple the exercise doing something I enjoy. I feel like it makes my urges to eat a bit more intense though, so gotta be careful. But yeah, I feel good. Maybe I'll go for a run... peace out people.

I'm never drinking again.

Man, I've been fighting those hangover binge urges all day today. But, I made it this far. Now I just have to convince myself that lifting seems like a good idea. Ugh. It doesn't. I think I'll take (another) nap and see how I feel once the ibuprofen kicks in. I've got nothing interesting to say right now, so I'll update this pathetic excuse for a post later.

Second Weigh-In

Thank god, no more class for the week. I quit smoking and it is literally impossible for me to fall asleep, so today I was fucknuts tired. I couldn't keep my eyes open in class. On the plus side, I DID make it to all of my classes, and I got to have breakfast this morning. Brought lunch with me to school so I ate in the middle of the day too. But when I got home, I collapsed into bed and didn't wake up until 10 pm. Again, it was terribly difficult to get my lazy ass out of bed and workout, but I did it. Actually, once I started lifting, I woke up considerably. And I noticed that I'm not breathing quite as hard, probably the side effect of not sucking down cancer anymore. I felt good afterwards, made myself some dinner, and now I'm watching a Sienfield marathon. But good news, today I weighed myself, and the scale read 224! Or, at least really close to 224, I have one of those old fashined scales so its hard for me to tell exactly where the needle is landing, but nevertheless, I was happy! I'll expect my weightloss to slow down considerably now that two weeks have passed and most of the water weight is gone. I don't eat a whole lot of sodium so I don't think that is going to be a problem either. But yeah, so I stuck to it today and everything is going great and I'm beginning to see results so woohoo. I've got nothing else, so peace.