Diary of a Fat Man

Pandamonium

Pandamonium

Does anyone know anything about greasepaint, and the removal thereof? If you’re a juggalo and know some sweet tricks, get at me. Soon, if possible, because my eyes  are really starting to sting and work is really awkward when you look like Clan of the Cave Bear.

I finally feel like I’m getting my diet under control. I’m making smartish decisions on almost a regular basis, and even when I know I’m being dumb, the Keto diet lets me mitigate the damage I’m doing to myself. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been bouncing between 280 and 274, this week though, I’m wobbling between 276, and 274. That’s without even making it to the gym or boxing this week. This is actually not even a motivational failure, I’ve been staying late at work, a lot.

So, weight feels like it’s getting managed, workouts have mainly been a misfire this week, but I can’t even blame myself for those. Shit, I guess I’m actually stoked about myself right now. Going to spend an inordinate amount of time marinating in this feeling. Dodgeball season wrapped up last night with a big tournament.

As you can see, Bakery spent more than a few minutes smearing my face with makeup in preparation for Pandamonium. I was stoked, and ready to go. Then we lost in the first round. Then I spent the entire evening on the side of the gym, wearing goddamn panda makeup.