10 Feb '08 - 1:26 p.m.
I have been going to a gym since before Christmas and it has paid off somewhat. I have lost 17 pounds slowly. I now weigh 272 pounds. People are surprised I weigh that much, but I am 6' 3" at the beginning of the day. After getting beat down from work I feel like I'm 5'3"....lol
My primary machine is the eliptical or cross-trainer as it tells me how many calories I've burned, Usually between 520 and 560, depending on how vigorous I work. I have no idea how much I do on the weight machines. So between the extra calories I burn and the reduced caloric intake I thought I would have lost more. I can step in and out of all my pants without undoing any buttons or zippers, with some they fall down regardless. YES!
I have a big frame to carry the extra load. My goal is 220 lbs, my best fighting weight as the say. At that weight I am almost skinny. Never again will I be under 200 pounds, I look sickly then. I have been accused of taking steroids. Not true. Never.
For two weeks now I haven't got below 272 pounds. Did I reach some fucking ridiculous plateau or bodyweight setpoint that I don't know about?
It is not just the working out, I have modified my diet too. No white bread, beef only twice a week, vitamins way more fiber and fruits. And most importantly, smaller portions!!!!! A lot less milk, oh how I love my milk!
I want my wife to go to weight watchers again, not so I can bang a skinny chick, but I want to piggyback the weight watcher regimen. I don't know how to ask her that without being (unintentionaly) insulting. Any suggestions.
Two of my favorite ladies here have casually mentioned stepping out of their marriage once or twice. One with hubbies approval and one without. I don't care either way.
I totally forgot about this one; I slept with this young one when I first began dating my now wife. She told my now wife. My now wife promptly slept with three different guys in one week! And she told me! She told me it was because I slept with that other chick.
And do you know what? I had to fake anger! I had to angrily ask questions, get details. I was fucking turned on. But I had to fake anger. I also faked jealousy over a male friend of hers a few years back to see her reaction. She phoned everyone, pleased as punch that I was jealous.
I must be some sort of freak to have to fake those emotions.
