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2004-05-16 - 3:49 p.m. It's been nasty and humid all weekend. I forgot how much I hate being sweaty when I did nothing to accomplish it. The only benefit of this is that usually when it's gross like that, the only things I want to eat are popsicles. Despite it being humid as fuck yesterday, I did manage to go walking. I was happy I did, even though I came home like a sweaty sausage. My stepfather is starting his diet tomorrow. The first time he tried to lose weight, he lost over 100 pounds. I think he got a little too thin, though. He's like 6'6" and pretty wide-bodied (he reminds me of John Henry from the nursery song), and he got down to 175 or thereabouts. It was a little low for him, but he did kick ass at it. His method was eating less and weight lifting. He said he's going to help me with the strength training part of it, and I'm kind of excited. I never know what the fuck I'm doing on those machines, and I hate looking like an ass. But I do want to build muscle (not like Chyna or anything), so I'm glad to have the help. Maybe he can help me tone up my vomit-inducing arms. I've always wanted a hardbody. OP: yes water: yes |
