Renga: Brickish

So I was thinking about what the numbers are. I’m not so great on the math and the assumptions by the internet may not be the greatest indication, but my goal is going to be numerically at 175 for the end of the school year at 10% bodyfat and a waist at or less than 32".

So, it’s going to have to be a cut to 160 again followed by a bulk back to 175 I guess. I only figure a cut because the way things are going to run for me this next semester school wise seems to lend itself for a cut first.

 Not that I know what the hell a cut is. Help? How does one go about it? I think I was on one last year, but wasn’t paying attention.

Anyway, the schedule’s looking like working out Monday Wednesday and Friday and doing Jiujitsu on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I may or may not sneak boxing in on Monday nights depending on my work schedule. I really don’t want to waste the momentum that I’ve built up through the summer. I don’t think it’ll get wasted by swapping to jiujitsu, but it probably won’t be the same if you know what I mean.

 So, here’s to becoming a Jiu-Jitsu major.

Happy Super Bowl?

*shrugs* so I blew off my diet that I had a handle on for the whole of two days between two superbowl parties. back on it tomorrow though. *nods* Totall will be, because I really enjoy it. Who knew knocking out everything liquid that wasn’t available 200 years ago would turn out to be really tasty? Milk, Tea and Water really do work out well for me. At least, until they’re not readily available. I’m still working on that whole "Soda" thing. And I will improve. In fact, I am improving! Excluding tonight, my soda consumption has dropped from about a 24 pack by volume down to about seven or so? I call that progress. Not to mention the near-instant loss of about half an inch from not having as much coursing through my system. The downside is that I haven’t had such a terrible headache as this since my senior year of high school when I was stressed about the whole college thing.

The plan for now on is to follow what I’ve done with liquids into food things. Namely, eliminating most processed food by trying to get rid of everything that would not have been available 200 years ago. So, that means if it wasn’t actually killed by a person, it’s out. It’s like some sort of freaky historical vegitarian thing. Notably, this does knock out my cheezit snackage, but I think that I can argue for them as "crackers" rather than cheeze-its. *shifty eyes*

So why 200 years? again, since that’s the rough age of my family’s martial art, it coincides with a lot of the things I’m beginning to hold up. Call it indoctrination, whatever, but a lot of the stuff isn’t too far off from what I grew up with. When I was younger, I often imagined my older self as a knight. Honorable, strong, chivalrous, and acted that way. So this isn’t really anything different for me–just a little more intense.

Granted, that does bring up some problems, namely the whole "honor" thing. One of my roomates severely insulted my martial and biological family in the same breath, and I had to walk to the other side of campus to avoid the urge to stab him on the spot. Deciding that witholding physical vengance was preferrable to jail time, I haven’t. I’ve simply treated him as socially dead (read: Silent Treatment). Childish, yes, but it’s the only thing I can do to keep myself from hearing him insult me or my families further and really giving me reason to go off on him. Notably, if this was 200 years ago, I would already have his head paraded about the village on a pike… *evil laugh* O.o;; Uh… moving on…

I suppose that this makes me seem rather… psychotic. I’m embellishing a little. Don’t worry. Really, the impulse was more like punching him in the face. With brass knuckles. And stuff. Lots of stuff. Still, I refuse to speak to him further until he apologizes.

But why? I’ve worked so hard to earn Sensei and the rest of the Uchideshi’s respect that it really hurts when anyone insults him in a non-joking manner. It feels more like an attack on me than it probably should. Same kind of goes for my biological family, but not so much. That’s more just attachment issues and protecting them.

Anyway, I’m going to continue this way until he apologizes. And the diet stuff. A little drama never hurt anyone, eh?

Rather than new years resolutions, I set goals inside different categories: Physical, Social and Mental/Arts, dealing with developing various things that fall into those umbrella topics.

 This blog is pretty much for my Physical goals, as well as a Social goal. Getting the "solid" descriptor, gaining physical strength, and cardio endurance, ect. The blog that will be syndicated from Rockband.com traces my a couple Mental and Social goals: Learn to play the Bass guitar, perform in front of at least 50 strangers in a band playing an original song. Of course, my Martial training falls into all of these, so they just go where they go. Anyway, as a recap, here’s as many goals as I can remember for each category:

Physical Goals: Gain physical strength measured by a 300% increase in average volume (Approximately 20,000lbs/workout), increase sprint time from 4 seconds to 30 seconds, learn to eat clean, lower Bodyfat to a confirmed 10%, Have feroucious furry abs.

Mental/Art Goals: Learn to play Bass guitar, Join a Band, Perform an Original Song, Perform in front of at least 50 strangers, Pass "Water" and "Earth", Obtain an Application for Undergraduate Degree approval, Have a B+ or better semester, Regain 2.75 GPA. Write a second Novel

Social Goals: Obtain "Solid" descriptor, Join a Band, Establish Drury University Gamer’s Association (DUGA), Eliminate "the Rock Band Guy" social status, Attend more Clubs at Drury, become Sherriff of the Knoblands in Amtgard (Club President), Obtain full samurai status within the family.

 So, from here on out, I’m gonna make sure that these goals happen. I will obtain at least two goals from each category by June 30th, 2008, and add two more by December 31st, 2008.

 An explanation on the title: So I’ve got a lot of stomach hair, so I wouldn’t have model abs. So they’ll be ferocious. And furry. Rwar!