Psyche shit

I talked to my unconscious and we made a deal.

I will get assholes out of my life.

He will shit out my 40 extra pounds.

Then we go on to destroy my wife in bed.

Then the world...

Gotta get back on dat blog, yo

Okay I got some news. I am down over 30 pounds, and my waist has been reduced by 4 belt notches. Not bad so far for the year.

I have been under a bit of emotional stress lately due to the fact that my fuckin third baby might be born any day now. But I am not falling off the wagon. I need to gets me some more barleans greens. That seems to be the truck when I start to plateau.

So yeah. Less then 20 lbs to go. I want to start jogging but my stupid feet are bunyoning which is unacceptable. NO MATTER!!! I will shit out the next 18 lbs by mid april. I got this. No problem. I will need a new wardrobe.

One of these days I'll get around to talking about my dick more.

No Preogrss! Wert the Hook?

No weight loss this week. Shame on me! It becuz i ain gono green drink.

Okay, tubitty blub blu, get your shit together and start shitting yourself thin!

Twenty-Three Pounds, Yo! 246!

I stepped on the scale today and I am officially 23 pounds down. 269 to 246. Almost half way. I may have to re evaluate my goal. Maybe I should change it to 69 lbs instead of 50. Done. My goal is to lose 69 lbs.

I'll have less fat and more accessible penis length than I have had in over a decade! I'm all about the pussy! Woo!

TWENTY POUNDS YO!!!!!

Twenty-four days in, I hit the 20 lbs lost mark!!!!!!

That's right! Honestly, the way I think about my old eating habits has been one of the biggest contributors to this. I also realized when my over eating really started. When I was 16, my parents got divorced. I moved in with my mom, and I also dropped out of high school. This is something for which I have felt shame and regret in the past, but I now realize has been a boon to my individuation process (whaddup, Jung).

The grief and embarrassment of all those pressures led me to find comfort in food. A buddy of mine worked at a deli and would give me discounted prices on all of my purchases. I would buy pepperoni and cream cheese and just hold the meat stick like a dildo and dip it into the cream cheese pussy and eat the results. Delish, but atrosh.

This became my addiction, and until recently, i hadn't identified it as such. Once I did, and I accepted that part of myself, I was able to finally look rationally at my food choices. I was already a vegetarian for moral reasons, but now I was able to transcend my emotional connection to food, and focus on avoiding the things that were hurting me.

I haven't been giving myself cheat days, but I have been filling my belly to my satisfaction with the healthy stuff. I don't find myself craving unhealthy foods. And I feel more energy and will begin jogging today.

I am proud of myself. I have been on a quest for self-knowledge and understanding since my teens and it has led me through some trying times. But I feel I am becoming a well rounded person. I am starting to take care of myself mentally and  physically. I want to have energy and emotional support for my wife and kids. I also want the stamina to fuck my wife's brains out!

So 20 lbs down, and now I will start exercising to boot. My only worry is that I will have to buy an all new wardrobe. WHATEVAH!!! I'll get a new fuckin' wardrobe.

269 to 251 in 22 days.

Go eat my ass, you turds. I am dropping weight and gettin' mah dick back.

This has none what to do with muh weightloss; or WHY I HAVE SO FEW FRIENDS

Imagine a man with fifty rubber masks who grows tired of his sweaty face. He takes off the first mask, to no avail. Desperately seeking relief, he pulls off the next. And the next...

 He realizes there is a long way to go until skin will actually feel the breeze.

Conformity to an outside expectation is the mask. Each act of non-conformity is the removal of a mask. It's a glacial shift from what is expected to what is right.

Here are some of the masks I've removed in my life:

1. enjoyment of sports
2. taste in music
3. clothing
4. conversation topics
5. religious views
6. political views
7. dietary choices
8. parenting practices
9. education methods
10. birthing procedures

My face is sweating less, but how will it be to have no masks in a world of masked men. I'll be the only man to be showing my actual face.

Here are some masks I'm afraid I may have to remove:

1. parental approval
2. sitting on a toilet to poop
3. shallow relationships
4. further dietary choices
5. manners
6. gender identity
7. retirement
8. general societal acceptance 

To put it simply, my commitments to non-conformist outlooks and practices have left me with a very limited potential social circle. I am being true to that which I believe is right, and my face is less sweaty than it was. But man, it sucks to know that I'm the worst at parties. Who wants to talk to an anarcho-capitalist, vegetarian, atheist, home-birth advocating, anti-spanking, unschooling, electronic music producer who doesn't know shit about sports? The funny thing is, no one would want to talk to that guy, but that guy would have something to say to everyone!

But I still conform in some ways:

1. I drive a minivan
2. I live in a 4-bedroom house
3. I like Breaking Bad
4. I like big action blockbuster movies
5. I like deep fried things
6. I watch the super bowl every year
7. T-shirt and jeans errday

I hope i don't end up defining myself into social oblivion. I may look into any addictive tendencies that may be driving a rebellion addiction.