Q:Please confirm that my diet is shitty and i need to eat better. And that secret stash of donuts aint helpin. Thank you.
I can’t. Those doughnuts might fit your macros….
It’s been 10min and I have already gotten off to find my water and a mag to cover the time.
I just began 40min on this stairs.
If you have fitness or nutrition questions now is the time as long as you don’t make me think too hard. Ask me anything even if you just want me to tell you why your diet is shitty.
Get off the couch. Talk to strangers. Experiment with food. Experiment with clothes. Dye your hair blue, or don’t (seriously). Cry into your pillow. Cry with joy. Gain a few pounds. Get fit. Travel outside of your country. Travel within your city. Travel within yourself. Make promises that you keep. Stop lying to yourself. Get in fights with the people you love. Enjoy the evolution of the apology to follow. Start a revolution. Be a revolution. Be an adventure.
Screw survival. Live.
Q:Hi... do you do meal plans? I'm looking to drop some fat. Right now I'm lifting 4x a week and cardio-ing 2x a week. Happy with my powerlifting programme but not aesthetics!
Yes. But the individual has to be a good candidate. My nutrition philosophy isn’t for everyone. I kinda have this no bullshit, minimal effort, keep it simple stupid approach.
Q:What even with that bus post.
Some people think they are special butterflys. For ever excuse we make there is another X amount of people overcoming that exact same challenge if not greater ones. But what makes us unique is the same differences that make us all special. Some people are built to cope and overcome. Others aren’t taught how to build bridges…
Q:Why are you judging me??
You and your running escapades.
I just had the pleasure of listening to an epic fight between a man who looks to be 102 and a referee. It was over a traveling call during a 6th grade basketball game.
barsandbelles replied to your post “Shaving my legs and balls in the dark shower is sub optimal. Shots out…”
File under: TMI
You’d like it.
You’ll shave you balls until they are silky smooth but you’re scared of shaving your armpits?!
Yes! The skin under my arms is weird, wrinkly, and clammy. I have this fear of it getting caught between the blades and I’ll bleed to death.
I feel sorry for no one. Every makes their own bed.
Bunch of negative ass people out there.
I feel like they all migrate to this site.
You maybe think this shit isn’t helping your happiness when you see other people bitch all the time?
Depression isn’t bitching, your anxiety being so bad you physically cannot get out of bed is not bitching. You know what inspires me? When I wake up like the guy on the left and I still go to the gym and I still eat and I don’t cut or drink or starve myself. That is true strength. It must be nice for some of you to wake up every day and not want to kill yourself, but we’re not all that lucky. How about you put on a fresh perspective and understand that you may see the guy on the left but he probably had to give everything he had just to get out of bed and onto that bus. Sometimes that’s all you can do for the day, and that should be enough.
Or you can realize Justin and I weren’t commenting on depression. You could put on a fresh perspective and see that we are talking about people whose blogs are filled with negativity and whining. These are the same people who get on tumblr everyday and feel worse about themselves because they see others doing good. Those are the people who need to choose what side of the bus they want to be on. Not the people who took this post as a personal affirmation of their mental condition.
My blog is also one of those. For some people, tumblr is the only place they can actually say what they want. This is the only place I feel safe, so I will say whatever I want.
If you want to judge people on what they say rather than what they do, fine. Then I’m sure you could go through my tumblr and make crass judgements about me and how I live my life because 90% of my blog is whining about my life and how I don’t have a job post-grad and how I hate being home. Congratulations, I’m the guy on the left. Does that make you feel better about yourself?
Nope. It doesn’t make me feel any kind of way. It will just serve as a reminder, in case I ever stumble across your blog, to not follow you. NBD.
Ready set Sunday!
Video chat with Dani at 10am, church at 11am, basketball 1pm, football 3pm.