...but I was ready this time. Of course I was without some 10 lbs dumbbells which would have been glorious for the lunge kickback curl press, so I was forced to kill myself with 25's.
I totally made arrangements to borrow Brando's but it started raining and I didn't want to have to go all the way over to his house to grab them. So as a punishment for being afraid of the rain, I got brutalized on that particular exercise.
Anyway, this routine flies by. It really does. I think it is an ass kicker because you are using just about all of your muscles at the same time and it gets your heart blasting and the sweat gushing. Now, after the second time through it, I realized that it actually incorporated a few exercises my sister had shown me a couple years ago that she includes in a pretty nifty 20 minute daily workout regimen (if you don't have an hour + to spare each day, I think it would be a good substitute).
SO...Weigh-ins were Friday morning and we got some good news and we got some bad news:
Good news is that nobody got heavier and I made my goal of sub 210 lbs (barely, 209.9 but that counts).
Bad news is that half of the contenders weight loss could be measured in low single digit ounces which as far as I am concerned it totally negligible.
Come on peeps! Step it up! We're doing this for real. No more McD's and Beef Strogganoff. If your wives insist on serving that sh!t up then you need to trade 'em in. If they aren't with you, they are against you! No more dogging it...no more drive thru's (I don't care if you throw away the bun!)...no more sedentary evenings of sloth in from of the boob tube!!! If you are doing P90X and do not cry out in pain at least 3 times during the routine you are wasting your time. If you are not raising your heart rate for at least 20 minutes a day you are failing. Snap out of it already! This is totally cliche, but If I can make this happen so can you! Someone wise once told me it takes 21 days to make something a habit...Work up to that 21 days!!!! The rest will be easy (er). If you want to weigh-in in my garoffice and post your lousy numbers on my white board then you will take the verbal abuse and public ridicule that you deserve. Otherwise erase your name from the board and you can perpetuate your pitiful, portly, pulmonarily pathetic, presence. Harsh? It's called tough love, pansy!
2 lbs a week minimum. You have been warned. No more fad diets, asinine Atkins, or GM short term lameness. Leisurely bike rides are not going to cut it. I don't care if your position is "I ride my bike for fun". That's fine. Have fun, but don't be a pussy about it. We are not 25 years old anymore. Delusions of invincibility and eternal life must be squashed immediately. All of us are just one physical away from some bad news.
Do what you need to do already.
F*ck yeah! That's MY brother, thank you very much!!! I couldn't be more proud!
ReplyDeleteTherese and I made up a new curse word on Friday from a crafty little book at Urban Outfitters. Actually, we made up a few, but our favorite was Pecker Shitter... We didn't determine the actual proper application of the phrase - up until now we've just been amusing ourselves saying it out loud. but now I've got it! Don't be a pecker shitter!
As old man Ron would say, "Shape up, or ship out!"