I started back
with the strict diet and got back in the gym every day last week and lost 4 pounds. I’m back under 270 at 269. I know mathematically I’m eliminated but I need to lose this weight so I’m motivated to do the best I can this week.
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8 Responses to “I started back”
1 The Captain 4 June 2007 @ 2:02 pm
You can always set yourself a new goal — one that you can meet in a month.
And you don’t have to stop on July 2 — keep going until you hit that 230. I am going down to 195 even if I don’t get there by the deadline.
2 The General 4 June 2007 @ 2:07 pm
Very true. Remember, this site doesn’t have to die after July 2. Actually, for certain, it absolutely will not die after July 2. Personally, I think we should all (or whoever wants to, at least) should keep weighing in and posting pics. The older the site gets, the more people we’ll have coming to check it out and put pressure on us to stop being fatasses.
Anyhow, nice work getting back under 270. This will make you the slimmest person in Jersey’s the next time you go in there.
3 The Captain 4 June 2007 @ 4:13 pm
You are always the only “person” in Jersey’s anytime you go there.
4 The Heel 5 June 2007 @ 7:58 am
Make fun of me if you want, but slamming the most happening nightclub in the southeast is just not gonna happen.
5 The Captain 5 June 2007 @ 6:05 pm
You’re a disgrace. The only way to redeem yourself from that place is to meet your original goal before the year is out.
6 The Heel 6 June 2007 @ 12:26 pm
Consider it done, but I still love Jerseys. You would too if you gave it half the chance.
7 The General 6 June 2007 @ 1:35 pm
I’ll post the pic we took while you were up at the bar, and let the world decide if it’s a) the most disgusting place on Earth, or b) something other than that.
8 The Captain 7 June 2007 @ 10:56 am
Half the chance?!?
I sat there for several hours and watched countless ghouls (e.g. Children of Thalidomide and actual, authentic Cretins) saunter up to the karaoke machine, choke back over 4 days worth of vomit and straight liquor (possibly cough syrup and Lysol), just to smear out an incomprehensible version of Born To Be Wild or some other biker anthem. I was winked at by a 400 pound, gyrating mastodon who ACTUALLY believed herself to be sexy — and she was by far the hottest chick in the place. I actually SHOWERED that night the moment I got into your apartment — at midnight — out of necessity.
I gave that place hours worth of chances. Every time I saw another sight that made me die a little inside, which was a LOT, I considered it another chance. I don’t think I shortchanged it…
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