As you can see from the little graphic in this post, I am at the onset of my quest to lose weight.  But it is not just about “losing weight” – it is more about replacing the useless and health-inhibiting fat with muscle.

The dynamically updating graphic will appear in every post I make in this sub-journal I am keeping.  It will show how many pounds I’ve lost as I make my way toward the first goal: 190 lbs (86.36 Kg), from a starting weight of 232 pounds (105.45 Kg)

Some stats I am going to try and keep a log of in addition to my weight:

  • BMR – 1,864 calories/day (my current target caloric intake is about 1300~1400)
  • BMI – 38.6 (any value over 30.0 is considered being obese)

I entreat you to send along your words of encouragement; they will be humbly appreciated – and those of you that with to be ass-bags, well: fuck off.

All things relative

I came across this neat little flash page that exemplifies our relative size in the universe…

Enjoy!


Copyright 2012. Magnifying the Universe by Number Sleuth.

Schticky Roller

No Taco For You!

Ah, you gotta stand back sometimes and wonder just what the fuck is up with some folks.
Case-in-point: At work, within the department there is a recurring voluntary participation of bringing breakfast fare on Friday mornings.
At the beginning of the year I chose to volunteer for the first round of bringing breakfast.
The people orchestrating this decided to pair up those that volunteered as a way of making any expenses incurred easier for them.
I was paired with another person – in the course of deciding what to bring I reached out to this person and said I would be happy to cook up a batch of Mexican breakfast tacos, make some home-made salsas and bring it all in on our Friday. Did I mention that the aforementioned Friday is this coming May 18th?

I ran an estimated cost for providing enough food for about forty to fifty people and conveyed that to the person with whom I was paired: About $50.00 to $60.00 I said, back in, oh, February I think.
I reminded him of this last Friday so that he could provide me his half of the money. He came by and left $30.00 with me.

Imagine my surprise to arrive to work this morning and find an email from him.
I quote:
“Someone picked at me on Friday about $60 for breakfast, their objection was you could just buy them from taco cabana at that price, and it will feed them all.
Sorry to be a dick, but someone from work told me it’s BS and I should ask for a receipt, then didn’t stop till I said OK.”

So, here it is. I replied to him at first that I’d get a receipt and return any change that was left over. Then after a minute of thinking on this I sent him another email. Here is what I replied.
My first reply:
“No worries, I’ll be happy to provide you a receipt and any change that happens to remain. I’d hate for you to continue being accosted for this by your workmates, etc.”

Then my second reply:
“On further reflection, perhaps it will be best if I return your money to you – you may then purchase whatever you deem worthy fare on Friday, and I will bring what I originally intended, according to the expense guidelines.

Feel free to come by and collect your money at any time.”

Now here is what I think; it’s a shitty way to say “I don’t want to expend that much money”, or something along those lines. Had there been a sincere hesitation voiced earlier on I would not have thought anything more of it.
But the thing about all this is he chose to be a suspicious and doubting idiot. And then went about it like some back-stabbing little bitch.
He assumed I was, what, not going to return any unused money? or that I was going to somehow cheat him out of something?

It only goes to show you that people will regard you based on how they regard themselves. In other words, he’s probably an untrustworthy shit so he presumes anyone else is also the same.  And to top it off, he didn’t have the balls to be upfront about things.
And here I garnered the impression he was a stand-up person.

Fuck. Him.

I intend to return his money. I won’t confront him about it unless he decides he wants to “explain his remarks”, at which time I will stop him, tell him I have no tolerance for presumptions regarding my trustworthiness, or honesty.  And that I won’t stand for any high school level dramatics.

I’ll interact with him as my position requires it, and only on a professional level.  But you only get to fuck up once with me – and he was still earning my trust when he went and screwed that up.

Some people – can’t avoid them, but I can certainly ignore them.

OK, Time to lose weight (again)

Yeah, I reinstalled some tracking apps on my phone to help keep me on that: track.

I will begin Monday with elliptical, then with on abs as well.

I’ll even share my progress, here. 
so expect a lot if cursing and shit.

Kayla & Josh – a La Chipmunk

Weekly Music Wank (Sort of): Flashbacks and Teen Angst

Weekly Music Wank

Sublime: Two Joints

Blues Traveler: Hook

 

Wheatus: Teenage Dirtbag

Bruno Mars: The Lazy Song

Siri is fast becoming a self-righteous and racist little bitch…

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