fromflabtofab’s BodyBlog

Fee-neh! FEE-NEH!  FEEE-HE-HE-HE-HEEEEEE-NEH! 

Ok so I’m sitting in class with my student teacher and he’s getting ready to teach 6^th grade music class.  And he can’t freakin (1) say da capo al fine.  Saying it like he’s Huck Finn! And I’m like NO It’s FEE-NEH!  And I search Youtube for the funniest use of a person’s name EVER!

Behold the greatness which is Eric Mathews:

So what does this have to do with anything?  Oh just wait! I’m getting there!  It’s all about enjoying life!  Ok sure, bodybuilding and getting in shape is freakin (2) hard work! But for goodness sakes, why do you do that? To look hot, to enjoy how you feel, to do things you never could if you were a fat lard bag who sits and watches other people look hot, enjoy how they feel and do things you never could on the boobtube! So living life is all about enjoying life! Find something you enjoy.  Have I hammered that home yet?  DDR for life yo! Go out and take a hiphop class.  Go rock climbing. Grab your honey and take a stroll on the beach.  Get all wet and sandy and play volleyball. Just go enjoy your life and get out! And find someone who makes you laugh like the FEENY call does for me!

So I’m watching Joe Dirt for like the 12hundreth time because Comedy Central cycles more than the crazy Asian chick at my gym.

It’s been almost a year and a half since my mom died.  Boy do I miss her. And it’s always hard.  I gave her a Christmas present right after her death. I promised her I’d get in shape and get out of debt for the next Christmas.  Well, one happened.  I got in shape. I’m FINALLY at the point where I am in control of my body.  I’m within 1% of not being "obese" anymore.  Overweight, here I come!

But Home IS where you make it… or maybe :::hick voice::: you like to see homos naked.  But alas, it’s just like my gym. Ever since I’ve been "alienated" by my gym, I do not enjoy being there. I just want to get out of there after my workout.  I get frustrated because I see all the people who are just slimy to me.  (the workers).  I don’t mind them. I actually love them. But they sometimes make bad choices. What hurts is I’m trying to prove that I wasn’t terminated. After all, I was the ONLY worker that never sat on his butt when he was supposed to be working. I was the only one who never cussed about the customers to other workers. I never stole. It bugs me. The customer service head who is a great friend of mine now (her name is also Dani haha) said one day, "SWEET CHRIS YOU’RE HERE. I’ll actually get something done today." Which made me sad because my other friend who was working front desk was just looked at me with a look.  What she was thinking, I have no idea.  Within the first week, I was the one that the boss put on his own. A freakin (haha 1) probably million dollar facility and I’m the only one on the pay roll for half of my shift. So my "home gym" doesn’t feel like my home anymore. 

 So where do I go?  I’ll find a new home or they’ll reconcile for me right? Right.

Ohhhh Girls just wanna have fuh-un!  ok I’m done.  So DanicaX lives in a cornfield or something in Nebraska and has no clue what DDR is.  So basically here’s my vid!

What do you like to do? I enjoy dancing.  It’s my favorite thing to do. I think I MIGHT get the new Sweating to the Oldies.  OH yeah.  And I LOVE to laugh… SO that burns calories too.  That’s why I love this man:

I also love the Grind and Darrin’s Dance Grooves

So one of the guys on my cutting team said that losing weight is great, but he’s worried about not being the big guy anymore.

 Well, I’m 6′6" and I’ve lost 75 pounds.  And I am no longer the "big guy." I’m just the tall guy.  It’s all about your personal image.  What do you want to be?  What do I want to be? 

I saw Dr. Phil one day say, "You like being fat."  Since that moment, I started hating this guy. Here’s a story:

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ciKeV_7GvM[/youtube]

So who do I want to be? I want to be the "sexy guy" not the "big guy."  I want to be the HEALTHY guy, not the fat guy.  I want to be the trainer that people say, "I want to look like him."  Do I Like bein fat? no. And now I’m not hiding behind my size. That’s why I finally got the nerves to try out for a musical.  Who am I?  Who are you? Are you comfortable with that?

So for the last week I’ve been preparing for my Altar Boyz audition.  I got down to Chicago at 11. So I had to wait for 2 hours.  There were about 70 people who showed up.  We did the dance break from the song I was studying. So I already knew the audition dance. It was fun.  They asked if you anyone knew any tricks. I said, I can kick higher than anyone here.  (Because I’m 6′6) hahah   It got a giggle from the auditioners and after I showed them, I got cheers from the guys.  Then they gut about 40-50 people.  Oh well.  I went home.  First audition.  I totally used the wrong color for my resume. I used cream. You’re supposed to use white.  And my headshot was about 45-50 pounds heavier than I am now. BAH!

 I need to get new headshots after I lose the next 30 pounds and THEN I need to take some dance classes. It’ll be great.