I really don’t know what is up. Today I have had double the amount of visitors compared to the busiest date before this one and triple the amount of visitors to a regular day. What’s up with that?
Not that I’m complaining. Read on, that’s what the posts are there for… to be read.
To all new readers, and old ones also, a picture from my Random pictures of me event in iPhoto:
Now I don’t mean to dwell on me being fat, or talking about fat people, or any fat for that matter, but fact is: there are no fat rock stars. Yes, there is! I hear you say. Ok, name one. Meat Loaf! Meat Loaf!? You’re just proving my point.
Ok, so you agree; there are no fat rock stars. Of what relevance is that? Well I do music and now that I have taken so long in completing my album The Anger I want people to hear it… I think, and since people don’t give fat people a chance (in with the big strings and tears) I have to get a grip. This is, in short, another reason, besides the more obvious once like physical and mental health, for me to get in shape.
All right. Done digging my own grave. Laugh now.
I was going to call this post 10km/h but I’m not going to. Not that I’ve in any way dropped the ambition to be able to run 10km in an hour, I still very much am striving for that. No it’s the state of the tread mill and my obsessive need for a concept that got in the way.
I weighed in today at a staggering 121,7 kg. I can’t weigh that much. Things has got to change.
I got down to the tread mill and started my workout. I decided to start lightly, not over doing it, not pressing myself, so that I will be able to beat the distance I covered today, tomorrow. Today I, mostly walked, 5,80km/h. A couple of posts down I got a comment by a guy called Aaron. He’d done the same thing and he has lost about 20 kg in seven months and is now going to run half a marathon. And weighing what I do, I really shouldn’t run very much, both my heart and my knees will suffer. Running will come!
Now about half way into my hour I started to smell burnt plastic and it was coming from the tread mill. Now you can make jokes about me being too heavy for it all you like because that was not the case. The tread mill has been standing there fore several years, frequently used, never looked after. I will try to see to that if I can get a hold of whoever is responsible.
So, I probably won’t be running tomorrow but I will be exercising. I call it, an hour a day of jobbigt! (Jobbigt being a Swedish word which translates really bad to English; when I say it I mean a kind of work, or body labour, which is hard but manageable, a bit tedious but you know it will do you good. And so, which concept catch-phrase do you prefer? My snazzy one: An hour a day of jobbigt! or the crap one: An hour a day of a kind of work, or body labour, which is hard but manageable, a bit tedious but you know it will do you good? Thought so. You English people will just have to learn yourselves a new word; Jobbigt.)
Apart from this I’ve organized all my photos in iPhoto! Mac kicks ass!
