but kill streak ends here cuz tmr is… =]
wow really? I guess thats still the only thing keeping me going…
got some place to be
some people to greet.
and something to do.
but then instead, here I am
scraping resin outta my pipe
working diligently and dwelling in my thoughts
memories being played over and over
conversations and laughs
all being scraped out from the deepest corners of my mind.
my head, like the pipe
being scraped of its contents
then enjoyed once again.
I remember when I thought I’d gotten as lean as I could possibly get. I’d lost a ton of lard since my fat boy days, but still wasn’t under 10%. I had a two-pack, not a six-pack. Like a lot of people who are frustrated and looking for excuses, I thought, “Well, I must just have fat genes.”
Finally, I realized that I wasn’t doing everything I could do to hit single digit body fat… so I started doing those things. Or rather, I started not doing some things, like bingeing on pizza buffets every weekend to “um, ya know, replenish glycogen or somethin.’”
Funny how you can change your “genetics” when you drop the self-directed bullshit and really tighten up your diet, huh?” —Chris Shugart
unless you died.