Sober!
2004-10-26 || 7:15 p.m.

Sober!
I'm not drunk this time. I must say I never regret the drunken entry. I mean it's a online diary. What could I possibly write that I would be embarassed about. Plus it's so much fun trying to figure out what the hell it was I was writing about. Those last few sentances are rough. I'm still not sure what I wrote. Oh well.
Those friggin Jets lost and broke the streak. They were on their way to six games undefeated but that's what happens when you have a young quarterback who throws to the recievers upfield and not down. Or he'll throw behing the reciever so the reciever actually has to reach back to coplete the pass. All in all he's doing a pretty good job though. And the defense is kicking ass. They should never have lost that game on sunday. It kills me. I just hope they get back into it and keep winning.
Enough of the football babble. I went to the doctor the other day and it appears that not only do I have high cholesterol but I have high blood preassure as well. 172 over 120. Pretty fucking high for a 34 year old. My fucking heredity will be the death of me. I must admit that I have let my weight go and my diet is pretty horrible. I'm not even near the vision of health that I once was. At my healthiest I still had high cholesterol though. In the past four years I've put on a ton of weight and I don't even remotly care what it is that I'm eating. I eat whatever is convienient. With three kids to worry about, watching my diet is the last of my worries. This doctor appointment opened my eyes a bit though. It's made me worry in a whole different way. I worry now about leaving my kids without a father and setting a bad example for them as far as a healthy lifestyle goes. I need to get on this now. Maybe I should start up the g-string diet again. Let me explain: some friends and I made a bet to lose weight. We each set a goal amount of weight loss for ourselves and there was a time limit that you had to lose it by. It was from like labor day to memorial day so you had pretty much the whole winter to lose the weight. It was a hundred bucks if you lost and the winners would split the money. Here's where the g-string comes in. To make it more interestin we decided that anyone who lost the bet would not only have to throw in a hundred bucks but would also have to appear in public at the surf club on the beach during peak season in a g-string. Now if you have never been to the surf club in the summer it's a guido and poser paradise. Lot's of g-strings but the people in them are totally ripped and cut. The beach is always high tide with vanity. Now some of the guys that paticipated in said bet are somewhat large. A couple were well over three hundred pounds so the thoughtof absolute embarassment of walking among these people with a g-string on was incentive enough. Needless to say everyone met their goal weight. There were a couple of close calls though including myself. I put it off and put it off and realized that if I didn't snap to it I would be among the g-strings. There was only three weeks left and I had to weigh in at 185 to win the bet. This wouldn't have been a problem except that I weighed 219 lbs at the time. Yup that's right. I lost 34 pounds in three weeks and two days. I basicly starved myself. I ate about five meals a day but I ate only vegetables. Like salad with no dressing and green beans with no salt added. And I was at the gym running like five mile a day on the tread mill after I did a half hour on the stair master. And the last two days I only drank water. It was hell but I can say I never wore a g-string at the surf club. Of course right after the final weigh in we all went to the wiggle joint and ate wings and drank a shitload of beer. After all, it was memorial day weekend. I know.....I know......I'm a total idiot..... but these are the stories that make ones life interesting. I'll never take that bet again.
Now I need to alter my lifestyle just a wee bit. It shouldn't be hard. I just need to be more concious of what I put into my body. If all goes well I might just be able to wear that g-string and look good in it. Who am I kidding....have you ever seen a man that looked good in a g-string? I think not!
So for now I'm on medication. I hate taking medication but at this point I think it's best until I get myself in shape. I'm tossing the idea around of posting some before and after pics but I'm affraid the before pics might be too much for some people to handle. I don't know. We'll see.
I have to go and figure out what the fuck to eat tomorrow. Fucking genes!
later,ROB