Fists of Explosion

Monday, January 18, 2010

It’s back to reality tomorrow as I head back to campus. This is my last heavy semester for a very long time. I am pretty excited but it is a daunting task that is ahead of me.

I never made it to the Garden today to see the Knicks; things come up, no big deal. I did however go into the gym and do heavy abs and heavy cardio. It was a great workout. I didn’t lift today because I work with Flo tomorrow. I’d like to be as rested as possible when I go in tomorrow figuring he is going to kick my butt.

Sunday, I went back to the boxing because I had so much fun with it on Friday. I went to the store and bought fancy UFC gloves because I didn’t like the way the boxing gloves felt. On Sunday I went in their fists flying and actually messed up my knuckles pretty good. I took off the gloves and I had removed a bunch of skin and boy did it sting. I mean, there I was punching the daylights out of this bag only to jump up and down saying “owie, owie” over again. You ever seen a big dude jump around with UFC gloves saying “owie”? Me either. I guess it’ll be wise to work in the gloves and maybe tape up my hands. How many people do you think will ask if I was in a fight? I’m going to guess 5.

Started the diet on Sunday even though today is my official first day. I did really well, stuck with the turkey, nuts, fruits, yogurts and stuff that I can make. Also, I was at a friend’s house and they all ate pizza and I didn’t have any, which was huge because pizza is a weakness. My only problem was around 9pm I became really hungry. I don’t think I ate enough during the day. It would have been enough if I wasn’t working out so much and needed extra energy. I’ll give it a few days before I think about doing any sort of changing.

The kitchen has always been a weak piece for me. I really can’t cook. It is a deficiency that I have never been able to topple. I need to keep the diet simple so I can handle it. Anything that is going to take time and has multiple directions will not be done. That’s the reality; the kitchen and I don’t mix.