October 25th, 2007

Subject : Rock Bottom!
Posted Date: : Oct 25, 2007 12:04 AM


For the last few years, I've let my self go. My weight has increasingly gotten more and more out of control.

Why? Lazieness? Love of food? Driving? Lack of doing anything physical? Hanging out with Charles?

All of them probably...

But I never put any thought into it.

I would tell myself that I would go on a diet when I hit a certin weight.

Well, I hit my heaviest last week.

I got on a scale, and the outcome.... 325Lbs... at 6'1' inch. The heaviest I've ever been.

That was a little off putting. But I still hadnt considerd myself to hit rock bottom. Sure, alot of cloths dont fit, and I got a gut and sweat alot... but the thought that I was at my lowest hadnt hit yet...

Untill Sunday....

Charles and myself had taken to a shot trip to Knotts Berry farm before we went to see Christopher Titus at the Improv...

We were there for like an hour or two, and just walked on everything. Mind you, I handt been to knotts in almost 2 years, and alot has changed.

I was snug in most of the rides, but it was when I hit Ghost Rider, that reality hit.



On record, this is the worst picture of me ever taken....

I hopped in the seat in front of the one Im in in the picture..

and for the first time ever... I couldnt fit.

I struggled and struggled, and I coundt fit in the goddamn seat.

Ghost Rider had finally shown me a grim reality....

Im in horrible shape.

I eventually managed to fit in the back back seat, but it was still a very tight fit.

I was remineded of a story Mick Foley told in his first book. Foley is an avid rollercoster fan, and during his travles with wwf, he hits up all the local theme parks. Now he had been out of the ring for a few months, and lacked in his work out, and found a new love for candy and sweets. He was asked to come back for wrestlemania 2000, and thought he was in decent shape. Well, he decided to go to Six Flags in Texas to ride Batman, a dangling coaster. He gets in front, and tries to strap in, and cant. Struggle as he might, he cant strap in. He was defeated by Batman. He decided to get back in to shape, and went back to batman months later, and rode the fucker in to submission.

This is my plan. After this incident, after halloween, im on a fucking diet!

My goal is to be 60lbs lighter by my Birthday.

I have 4 months... And I hope to ride Ghostrider with no problem then.