Where'd you learn that? Clown School?

Today has been an interesting day. I'm still a little ticked off at my roommates for lending out my room to a stranger, at least I can say that I put that anger to good use. I woke up irritated still and I started my workout and had one of the best workouts I've had since I started losing weight. Angry workouts are the best!

And then I ate too many calories today. Like, way too much. It was bad. Not nearly as bad as last night (I went to a Harry Potter marathon party), but it was still bad. So on top of my angry workout this morning I took my walk this evening to try and make up for how I've been eating. I really just need to stay out of San Marcos. That's where calories get you, but in Homeville Texas they keep there distance.

Okay, I has headache. I'm going to bed. Peace.

I'm not gonna back down

I haven't been to my apartment in about a week so I decided to get down to "collegeville" and see some friends. I make the 45 minute drive and finally pull up to my complex, unload my stuff, and walk upstairs. I walk up to my door, try to turn it, but it's locked. What the hell?

Okay, so this kid I've never met before opens the door and his stuff is freaking all over the floor. There's literally NO walking space in the room because of all his stuff in my room. I probably should have been more polite, but I was too pissed to really put THAT much thought into it. As it turns out, my roommate (the one I've lost all respect for) has decided to invite one of his friends to stay with us for month, and put him in my room. Great.

I decided to talk to my roommate the next morning (this morning) and just deal with it till then. It was already midnight and I wasn't going to deal with it at such a late hour. I had no idea, however, that this kid in my room SOUNDS LIKE FREAKING DARTH VADAR IN HIS SLEEP! This keep has snoring issues, and I didn't get to sleep until 3:00 am because of it. That's kind of put me in a foul mood all day, on top of everything else, that is.

So what's left? I'm glad I asked myself that rhetorically. You see, this next month will be entirely about revenge. I'm taking away my furniture that they use frequently (the kitchen table and the only shelf in the house) and I'm going to work from there. I've got the kid out of my room and into the living room because all I have to do is call the landlord and he's out on the street because he's an illigitimate resident. Having that really puts the ball in my court for the last month of my lease. Ironically, I was going to move out early, but I'm not going to give them the satisfaction of thinking they ran me off. Now I'm staying this whole last month and I'm going to force them to respect me, as they've failed to do for an entire year. I have the upper hand, I'm making myself heard, and I will win this.

Oh, and I ate a huge lunch today and don't know if I'll be going for a run because friends are getting together. Hopefully it won't hurt my weightloss too much, but it'll be nice to visit with friends, or really anybody with a soul for that matter. Random, I know, but I feel like most of this blog is about my weight loss so I felt like I should put something in there about it.

My friends joke about me murdering my roommates. That won't happen until after I ask Casey Anthony how she got the smell of death out of her car (I kid, I kid).

MONEY!

I actually freaking lost weight! I lost another two pounds this week, and that brings my total weight loss to 12 lbs. I can't believe it because I skipped my walks/runs a couple times this week and I definitely ate a lot over these past couple of days! It may have something to do with my second work out routine I've added.

I get a little bit tougher on myself every week and this past week I added a morning working routine AND THEN my evening walks/run. I didn't think I was getting much from it yet, but apprently I am.

Oh, and I need to get off Youtube for a while. I took a nap today and in my dream that song "Never Gonna Give You Up" randomly started playing in my head. That's right, my subconscious played a bitter prank on me...I was Rick Rolled in my freaking sleep! NOOOOOO!

Tomorrow is gonna SUCK!

Short post, today. My weigh in is tomorrow and I am nervous because I had a birthday celebration and the 4th of July usually means a lot of food. Basically, even though I'm working out more then before, I know I've not kept off all of what I lost. I'll just have to take it like a man and get back on the horse next week. Celebrations happen and I'm not going to make my diet a reason to not enjoy myself, so that's why I allowed myself to eat the way I have.

Man of the Hour

Why do I waste so much time? I have so many things I know I need to do, but it's just really hard to get there. I feel great having lost this weight that I may have gained back some because of the 4th, but there still so much I should be doing that's just not happening.

I sit around all day and I don't take care of business, even though my more productive days are better. If I wake up early and work I usually feel really good about my day, but still I just sleep in and then when I wake up I don't get anything done! I just sit on youtube and facebook or at my Wii and throw the day away, but I know there's a bunch more stuff I'd like to do. I'm not spending any time with friends, so I can't blame my social life for procrastination. I feel like I know the missing puzzle piece here, but it's a hard step to take.

It's prayer. I used to pray every day when I got up and went to bed. Then things kinda didn't go so well. Two semesters ago I gave a talk on prayer, yet right now I can honestly say that I haven't really prayed in 8 months...that's bad.

A man can find strength in many things, and at one time I had myself rooted in my music and in God. But I feel less connected to music then I ever have, and my prayer life is a distant memory for me. A detox of sorts from these were necessary for last year, and now it's time to come back.

At one time I prayed constantly that I lose my dependence on friends, family, and anything that wasn't me or God. My prayer was answered, but when it was time to turn to God I relied on myself, which is insanity. I don't feel close to anyone right now because I've been doing everything by myself for so long, but I need God. I always have. To those people who say they don't need God or who don't believe in Him, I have to honestly admit that I don't have enough faith to be an athiest or to believe only in myself.

My limited faith will answer another prayer though, I just have to believe. Being an 'A' student, losing the rest of this weight, and coming back to God are all possible and very much within my reach. I'm coming home.

Alterior motives

Okay, so here's a recap. I'm wanting to change my perception to something decidedly less negative, I want to change my weight to match that of a human beings and not of a manitee, and I want to change the way I dress just because it's about time I put SOME thought into it. And I'm doing it all totally for myself!

Sorta...

You see, there's a problem with the word "sorta". You can't just throw it out there and not explain yourself. I hate it when my friends do that (or something similar) and I'm not going to be a hypocrite...

So what's the big deal? It's not just because I want to make these changes for myself. There's one other reason that's pretty big. Not just to improve myself, but to make a new me and kiss the old me goodbye. When I move away from Texas (which I totally will) thing are going to be different. People won't know me as the guy who got his act together Junior year of college. I'll be the guy who's always had his act together, as far as they know. 5 years down the road I want to be in Chicago and look back on everything and find comfort in knowing that I'm not who I was. I guess it's just another thing that drives me forward.

Oh, and I've been putting Weight loss in my labels as one word. I've just now remembered that it's two words. Oops.

New shoes.

I got new shoes today. Running shoes. The Nike's with the running chip. and I. Am. Loving it! I actually found a pair that fit my massive feet, too! This happens once every four pairs of shoes or so, and hardly ever happens with Nike shoes.

Today is a big day.

One thing I would like to address is how I had no idea that when I went shopping for shoes with my mother, that she would offer to purchase a lot more then just shoes. Pants, shirts, glasses, Ipod armbands, etc. I just wanted to buy shoes and leave, but she actuall encouraged me to walk around the shopping center and look for more things to buy ON HER CARD! It was unexpected and I had no idea what I wanted. So I bought sunglasses and called it a day. I'm lame, I know.

That's all I have to say. Peace!