Blog Entry
Wednesday, April 9th, 2008So I stopped visiting bodybuilding.com. No updates. No progress pics. No posting. Usually that signals the beginning of the end, but no, not here, not now. I’m going to go a little livejournal with this entry, because I finally feel like the grind of the last year and a half is paying off.
Back in 2003 I decided to go to school for graphic and web design. Long story short, I spent 1.5 years learning that while I could do more than the average person, I couldn’t do enough to compete with the top dogs of that field. I stopped going in December of 2005, and I spent a good deal of time sitting at home with no job, no nothing. Rapidly gaining weight and simultaneously losing hope.
16 months ago things began to turn. A friend’s father opened a restaurant and he hired me based only on things that I had done for his son in the past. At the same time though, I was eating anything I wanted for free, so I was always eating. 5 months later I had a health problem that needed to be taken care of and no insurance, so I moved to a new job. I wasn’t making quite the same money since I went from 60 hours a week to 40, but I was making more per hour. Three months later I had health insurance. 3 more months later and I was promoted and given a raise. 4 more months and another raise. 4 months from now and I should have a promotion.
That change in jobs started something though. That’s when I changed my diet and began losing weight. A month later I joined the gym, and the weight started rapidly disappearing.
Let me pause for a moment and say this: As completely homosexual as this may sound to some people (and F you, if you’re one of those people), I’m 25 years old and I’m at a point in my life where I’m searching for a wife and a future. I don’t expect to come across a woman and immediately have her commit to anything like that, and I know I have a lot of time to wait before marriage becomes an issue with girls I may be dating, but that’s what I ultimately want and I feel like time is running out - no one wants to be 60 on their child’s 18th birthday.
Continuing on, I’ve had a lot of issues, mostly correctable that have hindered my interactions with women. I’ve got some nasty ingrown toenails. On the left big toe you can’t tell, but the right side is ugly and infected. It probably doesn’t look as bad as it seems, but I’ve always worried about some girl freaking out and thinking I have a diseased toe or something. But I didn’t have insurance so I dealt with it. My teeth are discolored and crooked. That’s bothered me too - I know how noticeable bad teeth are cause I notice it pretty easily in other people. Again, I dealt with that. I didn’t have a car. And of course, I was fat.
Now, I’m a manager. I’m skinny-ish, I have a sexy car, my toenails are being officially fixed today, my teeth are in the process of being perfected, I have money when I need it, and to top it all off, I’m about to move to another higher-paying job.
Oh, and I’ve been having to beat women off with a stick the past couple of months, but recently I think I’ve come along a cutie with potential.
Life is finally getting good.
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