Tue 22 Jan 2008
It’s pretty brutal to see where I’m at with my bodybuilding goals. I moved across the country over 6 months ago, and since then I haven’t been on a weight lifting regime whatsoever. As soon as I arrived, I signed up for Gold’s Gym, but haven’t had the motivation to go. Not only have I not worked out in almost 6 months, I also eat crap on a regular basis. Our place doesn’t have a dish washer (can you say what the hell?) so I just don’t cook as much. After cooking a solid chicken breast meal with brown rice and spinach, you’ve got a sink full of dirty dishes.
I’m a little disappointed in myself, but I think this hiatus could refuel me for a long, long time. However, my goals have changed quite significantly. I no longer crave to be the size of Jay Cutler or Dexter Jackson. While I still respect what they’ve accomplished, it just isn’t for me. I just want to achieve personal excellence, and build a body thats solid, aesthetic, and healthy.

Last night some friends invited me out for dinner. One of my friends is back from university for the weekend, so I couldn’t say no. Unfortunately, the destination for dinner was Duff’s Famous Wings. I tried to protest and get the venue changed to something a little more diet friendly, unfortunately their hearts were set on wings. Since I’m still in transition mode (not an excuse, I’m pissed) I thought I’d still go and just make sure I don’t let too much permeate my will power. I ended up eating a grilled chicken house salad (which was great, and clean) but 18 chicken wings as well. As far as the macros go, there was plenty of protein in those wings, which is probably why I let so many slide, but man, they were saucy. I was doing my best to wipe the sauce off on napkins, and I was making a huge mess. I ate enough sugar to spike the insulin of an elephant, and I feel super-shitty about it. I need to start using the old tricks from last year; if you feel the urge to eat something unclean you rip off your shirt and start pinching all the flabby areas, (my lower back.) Then, I feel more inclined to vomit then to ingest any treats.

