Return to the Iron.

Welp Its been almost a week since my last workout. Yes I am distracted… the job is killing me with 14-16 hour days….. My wife decided she no longer wants to work, killing half our income… yada yada…whine…. whine….. I have been doing this long enough to know there are no excuses. In fact, rather than whine about it… I am going to do something about it.

First, I am going to kill my wife…. (Just kidding) lols Even if I cant get to the gym, I have a set of emergency hexagons here at home and there’s always time for crunches. For some reason with me, when I start missing workouts, my diet goes right out the window. THERE IS NO excuse for that! I am grounding myself for that POP TART fetish I had yesterday…

I already know I’ll not make it to the gym tonight. I just hope I don’t have to layover in New York… that always sux on a Friday night. So long as I can get home, I will at least hit the hexagons tonight and be up early on Saturday to hit the gym. In fact, as soon as I close this window, I am going to do crunches till I pass gas! It’s amazing really how a few missed workouts can eff up my whole outlook on life. I wanna kill something dammit!!

Dispatch the Haz-Mat authority… those Pop Tarts are brutal!

I thought I was in some kinda good shape. Now after walking the Swap meet from 7AM till 2PM, I have my doubts. My ass, and ham hocks are effing sore! When I walk, it looks like "Bubba" had his way with me.

On the bright side I got lots of cool stuff! Although I spent alot of cash, I had a great time. Maybe spending extra on a hobby is just what the doctor ordered.

As much fun as I have been having, I let myself miss a few workouts. This is something I will remedy today. Missing workouts can all too easily become a habit with me. Once I get distracted … or something shiny takes my mind, it’s all over for me, and I am back to beer gut syndrome. lol