The scale never lies

A few weeks ago I have been experiencing some changes.  Not good ones I may add.  I have never really considered my self pudgy, I had always had at least a little bit of abdominal muscle, not a chizzled 6 pack, but I had some muscle.  Today however this is not the case, I have been trying to deny it for weeks that my 200 pound body was pure muscle, not to mention I do have a very muscular buttox, and nice defined legs, but the mid section is not quite cooperating.

I realized this when I picked up this magazine in my room, a mens health magazine.  On the cover was this man with a defined hard core 8 pack.  I stopped...and thought to myself, wow.wow. I look absolutley nothing like that what so ever.  I feel like one of those college students who stopped working out and just drink beer every weekend and form a small gut the size of a 3 month pregnated lady.  However,  I do work out, quite regularly, and quite often, and usually once a day.  I work hard as well, you know.  Im not a sluffer if thats what your thinking.  I just tend to eat.  Eat at night, eat at day, and eat at play, all along the clock.  I also don't really do ab workouts anymore.  And this is the reason for the gut.

My friends at Mens Health have put together a 4 week program for me to follow, 8 minute abs every night before I go to bed.  I have a new diet that restricts me from my bad food habbits.  If you see me in the lunch room with cookies, pizza, pudding bowls, or frozen snickers, please feel obligated to take them away from me and consume them at will.  If you walk by me in the hall dont be afraid to chirp something like "watch it fat ass" or "eat another donught pudge boy" or "get on the stair master muffin top"  This will only make me work harder to release this from my body.  I want to be able to run again, get off that couch with ease, see my penis while I pee, and I can only do this with your help.

That is all
Max

tpt Pledge Drive

What the hell is going on?  Im sitting here next to Claire Elliot and Jack Fredrickson, in this wierd studio taking pledges for god knows what.  Im here cause it covers 7.5 NHS hours.  I have a feeling no one really watches tpt, so I probably won't get many pledges.  One of the people in charge is a guy named Dick, he's got to be the odest man I have come to known.  He is sooo happy to be here, he was flailing his arms up in the air like he just don't care.  Alex Beckman is sitting across the way picking her nose... this should be a great night....

Whats to be thankful for?

Wow..First blog...pretty cool.  Inspired my friend, who's name shall not be named, he's one of my greatest friends in the world.  We have slept in the same bed, showered in the same drain, and shared the same girlfriends (multiple girlfriends).  To be thankful for anyone, would be a friend like this.  I call him everyday to talk like girls would, about gossip, its pretty lame, but it keeps us going.  We even share the same pucks, were on the same line for hockey, whats more to be thankful for than a friend like this?

Hockey practice at 9 am this morning, perfectly fine with me...Getting up tommorow morning to be at Eastview by 5:45, holy shit.  You better grab me a pillow and blanket, cause all that turkey will surely be putting me right to sleep there.

If you hadn't noticed in the hallways, I love to act like a scottsman, never a dull moment being such as a scott there.  Me and me kilt there can do pretty wicked things, lady's love to see me locknessmonster hiddin beneath me kilt there.

Chuck.Chuck.Chuck, if you don't watch this show, its a must.  Mondays at 7pm on NBC, best period of time out of the hole weak for the likes of Eric Ritacco, Ty McDevit, and Sarah Hotvedt.

This is the most pointless thing I have ever wrote, just wanted to waste time as my mom yelled at me for not cleaning the house as my relitives come over for thanksgiving.

have a good one