I'm pissed off right now because I'm three pounds heavier right now than I was on my birthday, but that's still seven pounds lighter than I was on my last birthday. I run 8 minute miles pretty consistently. I don't exactly dust everyone I come across, but I'm pretty swift. Went running two days ago and was absolutely smoked by this kid. He was doing a sustained run at about the speed I can sprint. I then realized I'm old enough to be his dad. That's been my year in a nutshell: On the one hand, I'm getting older. I have officially slipped out of anybody's target demo. On the other hand, I make it look good. Hot wife, adorable daughter, bitchin' career and hyperexotic italian superbike. I got knocked across 4 lanes of the 405 this year and stood up to flip the other guy the finger. I made six figures pushing faders. And although it's galling to bail on Hollywood without having my name in lights, I can say I was there when the lights started going out. I got mixes to finish but first I gotta get over this cold.
I ate a 230 calorie Protein Fusion for lunch today. The UltraLean's taste better, but they made my pee the color of Kenneth's shirt all evening. I think I'll keep Soylent in the lunch mix for now. I've remained about 3 lbs lighter since my 72 hour fast. I also started one 'skip lunch day' each week. Since I just eat lunch and dinner, that's a 22 hour fast once per week. Until the baby, I was 144 lbs since I was 18. I am back there again, and I am staying. It becomes freakishly easy to gain weight as you approach middle age. Jesus Christ dude. That's what freaks me out most about motorcycles, the other drivers.I'm pissed off right now because I'm three pounds heavier right now than I was on my birthday, but that's still seven pounds lighter than I was on my last birthday.
I got knocked across 4 lanes of the 405 this year and stood up to flip the other guy the finger.
I tortured my metabolism through pernicious anorexia as a teenager. As a consequence it's super-efficient. If I eat three pieces of pizza I gain about 4 lbs and keep it on for about a week of calorie restriction. The disturbing thing was comparing my calorie requirements through MyFitnessPal with my daughter's calorie requirements through Babycenter. MyFitnessPal says that I need 1800 calories a day - 2300 calories if I'm going running. I'm 6'0, 195 lbs. BabyCenter says my daughter needs 1300 calories a day. She's 2'3, 24 lbs. That'll fuck with your perspective: "If you want to maintain your weight, eat one more meal than your toddler but eat about the same thing."
Yeah, a few pubski's ago: https://hubski.com/pub?id=193148 Oddly, I haven't gotten sick, despite my wife and daughter getting sick, and some of my colleagues. I am not sure if it gave me an immune boost, but it seems possible. I think I might do it every fall.
Psh, a fit 20-year-old is commonplace. Sexy, maybe, but they've got a hell of a wind on their backs. A fit 30-year-old is on a good track. A fit 40-year-old is impressive in my book. I fell out of running after 3 ankle injuries in a year (2/3 from walking down steps while spaced out), but I miss the days of setting myself in a random direction and passing through cities and towns without a care in the world.
I change it up. I run, but I also bike (the two hours it takes me to Torrance Beach and back, all within a stone's throw of the ocean, is one of the few things I will miss about SoCal). I also longboard, although I haven't in too long. I used to do a lot of rowing on an Ergometer but I sold it because we had one at the health club here, but I don't go to the health club all that often. Shit, I even did spinning for a while. Only thing I really hate is weight machines and free weights, which is a damn shame because I could sure stand to use 'm.
With you on the former, against you on the latter. Picking up free weights after putting down running did wonders for my posture in a way a hundred of miles of road never could.Only thing I really hate is weight machines and free weights, which is a damn shame because I could sure stand to use 'm.