Wednesday night I went to the gym for a workout and weight in. It’s the first time I’ve been since this post.  The weigh in wasn’t very promising but neither have my workouts for the past month.

I’m at 218.5 lbs. Which is down 1.5 pounds. But that could all be water weight.

The worst part of being a chronic fatty is getting the motivation to work out knowing that no mater what you do, you will always have to work out, for the rest of your life. Like working, only it’s worst than working because at least there is retirement to look forward too.

It’s a constant battle to always workout for me. I just have to except that, and get back into the habit of doing some kind of work out everyday. Even when I get to my goal weight I can’t let up not even for a week. Otherwise, I’ll just put back on the weight that I lost. It’s like I win a battle in my war with my weight. But if I don’t leave an “occupying force” I just win and leave. Then the evil doers will regroup, reorganize and slowly have won back what I have just spent months working off. It’s will be a never, ever, ending war. I’ve already declared victory once. But the evil ones, they’re feisty sum’ bitches, have reorganized, and put up a valiant effort.

But I know exactly what I need to do to regain the ground that I once occupied and will soon occupy again.

The goals will always change but the first goal is to reach 200 pounds by October 1st that’s roughly 2 1/2 months.

I’ll tell you more about the first offensive battle and the strategy that I will be implementing in a few days. The Marines are forming up, their order have been issued.

They’re coming Fat Darren and they’re bringing HELL WITH THEM!

Book it bitches!