Why have our leaders failed to recognise unwell people with disorders as those who need these experimental drugs in their day to day lives to actually live. These are people who could be considering euthanasia, another controversial topic in this country.
I also lay the blame of failing to lead at the door of the media but especially the legalise cannabis supporters who should have been out there representing us.
I never thought I needed alternative medicine until it actually happened to me.
Now it might seem the government is also having input in to not the sale, but the ingredients of the drugs, I have been feeling rather tired. There is only one of them out there that actually make your veins go black and puts you to sleep, it is almost like a suicide pill, I remained weary of that number.
Tai High Code Red is a living room and bedroom drug and I actually did that the most. Kryptonite is actually very strong but the packaging is messed up and you can easily fumble and sprinkle the weed all over your floor.
These drugs have always known to be pretty harmless. Heroin is essentially morphine but a stronger type and I have actually done psychoactive drugs via needle before regularly. I suppose I would do heroin, but you can overdose so know your limits. Rest in peace Corey Monteith, we hardly knew ye.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
A few things...
Wow. So on August 23rd will be the three year anniversary now of my blog, wowee.
I had dreamed my blog would reach such a milestone given time. I am weary about giving away too much information because it can be used against me, however I am convinced that even if I were to go completely underground it would do little good out there actually.
So me and Greta have been together almost eight months now, wow. We got together right on the beginning of the year, I don't think there can be a better time to start a relationship, we met at Christmas time 2012. Greta is kind of my second love, only my second, my first was an American actually and she has a profile on the Internet with her picture, she is also Jewish. But then, we can go back even further I suppose if we were to count my very first, she has such a sweet name too, it is very a nice name, her name was Naomi.
We consider what we have together as a relationship but she goes with other men I just wish she would tell me a bit more about these things but I don't feel as if I have to get even with her. Okay, maybe I do. But I still can't, I have some difficulty in the first instance because I feel heartbroken if I were to be with another woman I would feel bad about it and it would be out of anger really anyway and that is not how love should be. Love should be purely well, based on affection. She has been with many, many men while we have been together and I have only been with two others, only two, laugh out loud.
We could take off down to the central North Island to be in the snow. I haven't been in the snow before, so that will be a new experience.
She cares for me if nothing else, I need care. I have no one else to rely on because me and my parents always, and I mean always, fight, I don't know my sisters, I don't know my children, I don't know my extended family.
The president of the United States is void.
I have been listening to a lot of Death Cab For Cutie and no they do not have a new album out.
I thought I would probably be dead by now but I'm still here. I was abused by rich and powerful men from overseas, Christian homosexuals and Christian pedophiles, from a young age, it is really quite disgusting. What is even more disgusting is they aren't being held accountable in any way and I just get all the blame or flak, in other words, I have to bite the bullet.
Well, I don't know what more to say. This blog on second thought probably won't become a dedicated travel blog, I just can't travel the way I am because people out there want to hurt me and my partner. I mean maybe a few days but I don't know, I feel uneasy about it.
I have been drinking a lot to help relieve my chronic pain and I drank so much last night I was paralyzed and thought I was going to die.
So be safe so me and Greta are wishing you well.
I had dreamed my blog would reach such a milestone given time. I am weary about giving away too much information because it can be used against me, however I am convinced that even if I were to go completely underground it would do little good out there actually.
So me and Greta have been together almost eight months now, wow. We got together right on the beginning of the year, I don't think there can be a better time to start a relationship, we met at Christmas time 2012. Greta is kind of my second love, only my second, my first was an American actually and she has a profile on the Internet with her picture, she is also Jewish. But then, we can go back even further I suppose if we were to count my very first, she has such a sweet name too, it is very a nice name, her name was Naomi.
We consider what we have together as a relationship but she goes with other men I just wish she would tell me a bit more about these things but I don't feel as if I have to get even with her. Okay, maybe I do. But I still can't, I have some difficulty in the first instance because I feel heartbroken if I were to be with another woman I would feel bad about it and it would be out of anger really anyway and that is not how love should be. Love should be purely well, based on affection. She has been with many, many men while we have been together and I have only been with two others, only two, laugh out loud.
We could take off down to the central North Island to be in the snow. I haven't been in the snow before, so that will be a new experience.
She cares for me if nothing else, I need care. I have no one else to rely on because me and my parents always, and I mean always, fight, I don't know my sisters, I don't know my children, I don't know my extended family.
The president of the United States is void.
I have been listening to a lot of Death Cab For Cutie and no they do not have a new album out.
I thought I would probably be dead by now but I'm still here. I was abused by rich and powerful men from overseas, Christian homosexuals and Christian pedophiles, from a young age, it is really quite disgusting. What is even more disgusting is they aren't being held accountable in any way and I just get all the blame or flak, in other words, I have to bite the bullet.
Well, I don't know what more to say. This blog on second thought probably won't become a dedicated travel blog, I just can't travel the way I am because people out there want to hurt me and my partner. I mean maybe a few days but I don't know, I feel uneasy about it.
I have been drinking a lot to help relieve my chronic pain and I drank so much last night I was paralyzed and thought I was going to die.
So be safe so me and Greta are wishing you well.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Synthetic cannibis: the end of an era, for now
Synthetic marijuana is now illegal in New Zealand until these producers can prove to the government their products are safe for people to use in our society.
I haven't done them all, but I have done the supposed strongest. With my chronic-pain it helps immensely so I just would have liked the government to have recognised those like us who need these experimental drugs to help with our severe pain.
If these drugs weren't safe how come I was able to break every rule in the book to do with them and still be all here? I drank high-percentage alcoholic wine, by the bottle, I took anti-psychotic medication, I drank beer, I mixed synthetics together, I was rolling up really fat joints, I would be smoking non-stop because I just couldn't get enough of the pain-free feeling I was feeling with it inside of me.
I would even smoke, drink bourbon and cola, then take a pill, all at the same time.
I think the government should have continued to allow them to be sold and have these producers prove while they are they should stay on.
I haven't done them all, but I have done the supposed strongest. With my chronic-pain it helps immensely so I just would have liked the government to have recognised those like us who need these experimental drugs to help with our severe pain.
If these drugs weren't safe how come I was able to break every rule in the book to do with them and still be all here? I drank high-percentage alcoholic wine, by the bottle, I took anti-psychotic medication, I drank beer, I mixed synthetics together, I was rolling up really fat joints, I would be smoking non-stop because I just couldn't get enough of the pain-free feeling I was feeling with it inside of me.
I would even smoke, drink bourbon and cola, then take a pill, all at the same time.
I think the government should have continued to allow them to be sold and have these producers prove while they are they should stay on.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Thank god for google
Because it has reminded me to write my blog entry of that I will not put off any longer from now.
People can be really annoying some times, even the people I love can be annoying too but we get over that.
I actually still have most of this blog written down in text books when I was in heated delusional rages and merely significant delusions. Well, about this time ten years ago I did think I was Jesus Christ then I went on to reveal that to a social worker a year later after the fact.
Oh, Greta, please be with me and make love with me.
People can be really annoying some times, even the people I love can be annoying too but we get over that.
I actually still have most of this blog written down in text books when I was in heated delusional rages and merely significant delusions. Well, about this time ten years ago I did think I was Jesus Christ then I went on to reveal that to a social worker a year later after the fact.
Oh, Greta, please be with me and make love with me.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Before my mid-life crisis...
I have decided.
My thirties are going to be the best years of my life, I am currently twenty seven. Kurt Cobain, who is recognised in the same vein as Lennon and Jackson and so on, died at my age of suicide. He also used drugs, did Kurt. But I just felt troubled because I thought because he died at twenty seven like Janis Joplin and a few others, I thought it was a sign I should stand up and take notice of. I thought, maybe I was destined to join the twenty seven club with them but six months through and I am still here.
I have a girlfriend now, she is wonderful.
In six months we have only had two little fights, that is remarkable because I think many other couples struggle so much when they first get together.
I want to buy a new house for each of us somewhere far away from here, maybe in the mainland of the South Island. There they are so cheap or in another word, affordable. Like a character home, I like character homes. Character homes are wood, they aren't art deco homes. Art deco homes can be found in Napier after the earthquake in 1931, that is how they re-built. Character homes can be found in Auckland and in the out of the way places of this country, out in the countryside. I have seen them, they are magnificent. They are actually quite high maintenance because of their wooden weatherboard whereas if they were brick well, you wouldn't have to paint brick for starters. Wooden floors, renovated modern kitchens, nice gardens, big garages, plenty of yard space, A LOT of yard space, really magnificent.
Maybe we could have a family, I don't know, she already has a son.
They are so affordable because the land and buildings are not in high demand, its about supply and demand. You really have to see these examples, you really have to, just extraordinary, look.
http://www.daviddrazek.harcourts.co.nz/Property/610768/TN3732/11-East-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/619864/IV25743/67-Queens-Drive
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/619040/GO7629/23-Wigan-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/618745/GO7582/29-Coutts-Road
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/614528/IV25524/9-Grange-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/611677/GO7368/7-Verona-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/609663/IV25242/72-Earn-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/608385/GO7268/209-Main-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/606962/GO7236/72-Hamilton-Street
I want to paint the trim of the house above a light green.
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/606892/IV24856/27-Newcastle-Street
These are all beautiful homes and I want to live in one like these with my girlfriend. Invercargill is a Celtic name for our most southern city but it can get extremely cold in the winter time.
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/594113/IV24228/70-Happy-Valley-Road
That one might be pushing it but not impossible.
What do you think? All that needs to happen is I sell up here and we buy anew down there.
My thirties are going to be the best years of my life, I am currently twenty seven. Kurt Cobain, who is recognised in the same vein as Lennon and Jackson and so on, died at my age of suicide. He also used drugs, did Kurt. But I just felt troubled because I thought because he died at twenty seven like Janis Joplin and a few others, I thought it was a sign I should stand up and take notice of. I thought, maybe I was destined to join the twenty seven club with them but six months through and I am still here.
I have a girlfriend now, she is wonderful.
In six months we have only had two little fights, that is remarkable because I think many other couples struggle so much when they first get together.
I want to buy a new house for each of us somewhere far away from here, maybe in the mainland of the South Island. There they are so cheap or in another word, affordable. Like a character home, I like character homes. Character homes are wood, they aren't art deco homes. Art deco homes can be found in Napier after the earthquake in 1931, that is how they re-built. Character homes can be found in Auckland and in the out of the way places of this country, out in the countryside. I have seen them, they are magnificent. They are actually quite high maintenance because of their wooden weatherboard whereas if they were brick well, you wouldn't have to paint brick for starters. Wooden floors, renovated modern kitchens, nice gardens, big garages, plenty of yard space, A LOT of yard space, really magnificent.
Maybe we could have a family, I don't know, she already has a son.
They are so affordable because the land and buildings are not in high demand, its about supply and demand. You really have to see these examples, you really have to, just extraordinary, look.
http://www.daviddrazek.harcourts.co.nz/Property/610768/TN3732/11-East-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/619864/IV25743/67-Queens-Drive
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/619040/GO7629/23-Wigan-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/618745/GO7582/29-Coutts-Road
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/614528/IV25524/9-Grange-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/611677/GO7368/7-Verona-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/609663/IV25242/72-Earn-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/608385/GO7268/209-Main-Street
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/606962/GO7236/72-Hamilton-Street
I want to paint the trim of the house above a light green.
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/606892/IV24856/27-Newcastle-Street
These are all beautiful homes and I want to live in one like these with my girlfriend. Invercargill is a Celtic name for our most southern city but it can get extremely cold in the winter time.
http://invercargill.harcourts.co.nz/Property/594113/IV24228/70-Happy-Valley-Road
That one might be pushing it but not impossible.
What do you think? All that needs to happen is I sell up here and we buy anew down there.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Auckland, New Zealand
Playstation 1 at the Auckland museum.
Auckland museum.
Britomart, the transport hub of Auckland.
Corner of Quay street facing west, scene reminds me of London or Tokyo.
Facing east, on a Symonds street overbridge.
How many pedestrians hit today?
Old Auckland train station. A new one was built (Britomart) because this building was originally built too far away.
Looking up Queen street, facing north.
Out in west Auckland, a nice shot of something to fill the entire scene.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Random things...
I took a 2008 Mitsubishi i-Car out for a test drive yesterday, it was a turbo, in black. Impressive.
Only another three months and this blog will be three years old, wow.
I have been thinking about my children, about my distant family, but things are much the same for me here. Oh and I have a girlfriend now, she is a lovely girl, she really can be.
She is my second girlfriend, my first was Jewish and she was okay and I kind of feel bad about breaking up with her, she was very loyal.
So glad I started this blog now.
Only another three months and this blog will be three years old, wow.
I have been thinking about my children, about my distant family, but things are much the same for me here. Oh and I have a girlfriend now, she is a lovely girl, she really can be.
She is my second girlfriend, my first was Jewish and she was okay and I kind of feel bad about breaking up with her, she was very loyal.
So glad I started this blog now.
=(O-O)=
Monday, April 29, 2013
Hanging "tough"
So April 29th is the date of my last ex-girlfriends birthday, wow. She must be about twenty five or twenty six now, in a job like Subway or something out there just out of California, with a partner in the U.S. army I believe. Good on them.
She was z Zionist and wss good to me and I was good to her, but I ended it with her because I thought she was lying to me and the thing is, I was actually right, throughout.
She was a rather a big girl, probably too big for me today. She had family back in the city of Philadelphia or as she would say... "back east".
Happy birthday Megan.
She was z Zionist and wss good to me and I was good to her, but I ended it with her because I thought she was lying to me and the thing is, I was actually right, throughout.
She was a rather a big girl, probably too big for me today. She had family back in the city of Philadelphia or as she would say... "back east".
Happy birthday Megan.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Another entry
Well, maybe I was thinking too positively in my last post and gave you, the reader, the wrong impression.
When I started this blog, how I am feeling right now or just a couple of days ago was how I was feeling back then, in August of 2010. The pain can get unbearable and as I have brought up before, I don't know whether what I experience day to day is doing me any long term damage or rather doing any damage to my real health.
I am tired too, I hate this life. I wake up every morning and I don't feel down or think, I hate this life, I don't think particularly anything. I just wake up and carry on.
I have something to be happy about, tomorrow I will still try to sell my car and also, I get paid sooner or later. Money can buy happiness? Crime does pay?
When I started this blog, how I am feeling right now or just a couple of days ago was how I was feeling back then, in August of 2010. The pain can get unbearable and as I have brought up before, I don't know whether what I experience day to day is doing me any long term damage or rather doing any damage to my real health.
I am tired too, I hate this life. I wake up every morning and I don't feel down or think, I hate this life, I don't think particularly anything. I just wake up and carry on.
I have something to be happy about, tomorrow I will still try to sell my car and also, I get paid sooner or later. Money can buy happiness? Crime does pay?
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
A few things...
I thought a couple of days ago it was time for me to check in again. This still stands, and that is if I do not post within six months after my last entry then you can safely say that I am dead, the United States government finally got to me... haha, only took them twenty seven years. So make of that what you will and I hope you will genuinely mourn my passing, I would like to be remembered as truly a martyr and my martyrdom should be made to be so, martyrdom. Killings, torture, jailings... whatever. But I will be dead, and I won't know any different. It is so silly though, because if I am such a threat, why am I still here? I won't go over 9/11 again if I haven't already but there are a few things I want to touch on until my next post, if there will be one.
I only have a high school education. A high school education is about as higher education as it got for me, then all the conspiracy anti-Semitic new world order tripe that I have taken in for the past thirteen years from such personalities like Alex Jones and his bum buddy David Icke, who will have you believe that George W. Bush and the Queen of England are really reptilian overlords. Information, of which you can still call, that has been made so much more convenient for the pickings thanks to this American tool called, the Internet.
I know that my life could have been so much more different if only I had of changed. If I had of given my life to god, our heavenly father, and become a devout Christian, it would have opened so many doors of opportunity for me and thus living a good life because of it, I know it. What I chose was different. I chose to build walls around myself, isolate myself, become a loner, then slowly learn to hate the world and everyone in it but, because everyone in the world vilely hated me. And guess what, I am glad I made that decision. Because I know now that I was really given a rough deal from day one. One reason for my decision is, I am psychotic. People with a psychotic illness such as mine have a problem understanding people or situations compared to people who are sane. Even so, I only need just a teeny wee bit of medication to keep myself in check. It is strange, because I don't know why I am mentally ill. My parents don't appear to be mentally ill? So how am I? For at least four months in 2009/2010 I did go without any treatment and I found I was reasonably in check. But my libido was through the roof and I could have fucked anything that walked like a rabbit. It is funny too, because even with the mis-understanding on my end, there was also a devastating mis-understanding on the other, and that is sad. I think the main reason though is I don't believe is this privileged bullshit. Okay, let me explain. If I had of become a Christian everything that would have happened to me and everyone I would have met would have revolved around god, no. I am more of a realist also and because of that, I have lost out. Still, I have been taught to believe in fantasy, I have been taught things that without, I think I could have had a very different life, but still a good and successful one. As I explained to some young girls who stayed with me about this time last year briefly, I also don't believe in great men or idols, of that especially back in the U.S.S.R. and today in North Korea are tenets of communism or more how I like to describe such government with the word, dictatorship. I hate to know this, but I do know there is a god, a heavenly father, but because of how I have been conditioned over the past thirteen years I resent him. I live as a Satanist on the face of it, although not completely, as I do not practice black magic, however I would like to but I am weary and I see being Christian as a weakness, or being pussy. Even Buddhism, the same. However I do like this cat of good luck a bit, very cute. This cat of good luck of Asia is very dis-arming and charming, I want to make love to it.
Anyway, I have my reasons and I have stuck by them for all this time. The latest revelation that I have found to do with the bigger picture is that I have actually never raped anyone, and if I did, it was all part of gods plan, was it not? Something to think about.
I get tired of having to harp on about this and this blog on Blogger allows me to do so.
The United Nations in New York City could be the basis of our future one world government. Again, how I have been conditioned over the past thirteen years has taught me to hate unification. The white supremacists of movements such as Stormfront and the black supremacists of Al Shakur both hate unity. They hate unity because they are clearly separatists. I made it public that I thought I would join Stormfront if Barack Obama won a second term in office, I have yet to do so. But then I get caught up because I race mix with Asians and add to that my homosexuality, of that I believe is gods plan. That is something I could be killed over by people of my own race. I think what really gets my goat though is this South Korean girl I used to know and how she broke my heart so bad. She actually was of age when I first met her, but still treated me like a piece of shit then just slaps me in the face like a thousand times by having sexual intercourse with black men. It just makes me so angry how she could do something like that to me. If she had of told me herself, then okay. But instead I get communique from two ignorant righteous stupid Christians.
Who I blame for all of this though are whites.
Well, I want to thank you, the reader, for reading my blog up until now and there might be more sooner or later. So have a nice day and treat others how you want to be treated?
I only have a high school education. A high school education is about as higher education as it got for me, then all the conspiracy anti-Semitic new world order tripe that I have taken in for the past thirteen years from such personalities like Alex Jones and his bum buddy David Icke, who will have you believe that George W. Bush and the Queen of England are really reptilian overlords. Information, of which you can still call, that has been made so much more convenient for the pickings thanks to this American tool called, the Internet.
I know that my life could have been so much more different if only I had of changed. If I had of given my life to god, our heavenly father, and become a devout Christian, it would have opened so many doors of opportunity for me and thus living a good life because of it, I know it. What I chose was different. I chose to build walls around myself, isolate myself, become a loner, then slowly learn to hate the world and everyone in it but, because everyone in the world vilely hated me. And guess what, I am glad I made that decision. Because I know now that I was really given a rough deal from day one. One reason for my decision is, I am psychotic. People with a psychotic illness such as mine have a problem understanding people or situations compared to people who are sane. Even so, I only need just a teeny wee bit of medication to keep myself in check. It is strange, because I don't know why I am mentally ill. My parents don't appear to be mentally ill? So how am I? For at least four months in 2009/2010 I did go without any treatment and I found I was reasonably in check. But my libido was through the roof and I could have fucked anything that walked like a rabbit. It is funny too, because even with the mis-understanding on my end, there was also a devastating mis-understanding on the other, and that is sad. I think the main reason though is I don't believe is this privileged bullshit. Okay, let me explain. If I had of become a Christian everything that would have happened to me and everyone I would have met would have revolved around god, no. I am more of a realist also and because of that, I have lost out. Still, I have been taught to believe in fantasy, I have been taught things that without, I think I could have had a very different life, but still a good and successful one. As I explained to some young girls who stayed with me about this time last year briefly, I also don't believe in great men or idols, of that especially back in the U.S.S.R. and today in North Korea are tenets of communism or more how I like to describe such government with the word, dictatorship. I hate to know this, but I do know there is a god, a heavenly father, but because of how I have been conditioned over the past thirteen years I resent him. I live as a Satanist on the face of it, although not completely, as I do not practice black magic, however I would like to but I am weary and I see being Christian as a weakness, or being pussy. Even Buddhism, the same. However I do like this cat of good luck a bit, very cute. This cat of good luck of Asia is very dis-arming and charming, I want to make love to it.
Anyway, I have my reasons and I have stuck by them for all this time. The latest revelation that I have found to do with the bigger picture is that I have actually never raped anyone, and if I did, it was all part of gods plan, was it not? Something to think about.
I get tired of having to harp on about this and this blog on Blogger allows me to do so.
The United Nations in New York City could be the basis of our future one world government. Again, how I have been conditioned over the past thirteen years has taught me to hate unification. The white supremacists of movements such as Stormfront and the black supremacists of Al Shakur both hate unity. They hate unity because they are clearly separatists. I made it public that I thought I would join Stormfront if Barack Obama won a second term in office, I have yet to do so. But then I get caught up because I race mix with Asians and add to that my homosexuality, of that I believe is gods plan. That is something I could be killed over by people of my own race. I think what really gets my goat though is this South Korean girl I used to know and how she broke my heart so bad. She actually was of age when I first met her, but still treated me like a piece of shit then just slaps me in the face like a thousand times by having sexual intercourse with black men. It just makes me so angry how she could do something like that to me. If she had of told me herself, then okay. But instead I get communique from two ignorant righteous stupid Christians.
Who I blame for all of this though are whites.
Well, I want to thank you, the reader, for reading my blog up until now and there might be more sooner or later. So have a nice day and treat others how you want to be treated?
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
An update
Just the other day I thought, my blog? I still have it, I still have the password, I can still update it! Yay!
Well, after my exercise regime that I did continue for the full six weeks, the six pack of abdominal muscle I was trying to achieve was leaving much to be desired, around my stomach area. I'm proud that I put in all the effort and every time I made sure I went that bit further to try and make up the result of which was supposed to be a washboard set of abs, I didn't slack off. Well, it didn't exactly happen I think. I wake up in the morning, on an empty stomach and my stomach is flat. However I do have more fat or flab around that area than usual. In other words, I have a little extra padding than other men. I don't know why this is exactly, but it could be because of some birth defect I have inherited, something like that. 2012 is almost over, and I turn twenty seven tomorrow, but my point is is that 2012 will be known as the year I lost thirty kilograms of weight and have managed to keep it off since I stopped the diet (but have since a month ago moved to the Biggest Loser diet) and went back to somewhat normal food. It was extremely painful and miserable, a lot of pirated porn (a lot of time spent in front of a desktop computer), many orgasms to go with it (about two hundred) and nice wintery sunny days that I spent on my patio trying to relax between eats. I found without a structure and how naturally disciplined I am with one, I couldn't go back to normal food period. If I did, the weight would just pile on. I have learnt a lot from Tony Ferguson and I have yet to sincerely thank him for his guidance in my successful journey of weight loss.
Since five weeks ago, I have put myself back on a meal replacement diet, the Biggest Loser diet from also Australia. The first week, I dropped right down to fifty two kilograms just like that. But since then I have slowly increased and my weigh in today was exactly the same as last week, can you believe it? This diet also puts the subject into what is called ketosis. A state that with the deprivation of food, allows fat to burn because you are putting more out than putting in. Water is vital and you must drink two liters a day.
My goal was to get right down to about forty nine or fifty kilograms. But the Tony Ferguson representatives would not allow me as they were concerned, even gravely, for my health.
So other than that, since the exercise stopped, I have been shopping, I bought a new car, been having sex with more Asian prostitutes, drinking, smoking... all by myself. I thought I would mainly check in to let you all know I'm still here.
By god it is hot now, we are in summer. Thats the problem, two extremes. Too cold in the winter and too hot in the summer. But what are ya gonna do.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Six week journey to a six-pack of abdominal muscle...
DAY ONE, WEEK FIVE
I didn't think I had it in me. I went to bed last night feeling really unwell but overnight I recovered quite a bit. I did one hundred and forty press-ups, crunches and a thirty minute run set at speed eight.
DAY TWO, WEEK FIVE
My used Toyota gave me an illness, the air filter must be dirty. I turn the air conditioning on and inhale the germs I did. It really struck me down and I still haven't fully recovered. Usually after illnesses like this I have a different attitude to life but I think there is still a burning desire to want to keep this up.
To add insult to injury, I hurt my right arm. My arm still functions, but I hurt it doing press-ups and there is a nagging pain at the elbow. Nothing too serious though and it could just heal by this time tomorrow.
More of the same... I held speed nine for ten minutes on the treadmill and thirty minutes crunches.
DAY THREE, WEEK FIVE
Thirty minute run, fifteen minutes push-ups, fifteen minutes crunches, more of the same. I have decided to experiment with whey protein shakes to replace my meal replacement shakes for muscle build and weight management, I chose chocolate. I tried my first one this morning and taste was leaving much to be desired, but I know that this stuff is supposed to be good for me and overall I think it is something I can get used to. According to Wikipedia, whey protein also has anti-cancer properties but remain unfounded in human experiments. They experimented on mice.
Onward!
DAY FOUR, WEEK FIVE
My thirty minute run was a struggle today but I completed it. The press-ups were also a struggle, I did one hundred. I also did my crunches. I think my struggle was mainly because of my illness that I'm still getting over, that I caught from the air conditioning of my car, so no it does not help. I also had sex last night too. Either this or that or other factors such as inhaling cleaning chemicals after three hours cleaning my house late yesterday or consuming more whey protein (although this should actually give me energy instead of hinder my exercise routine in any way). I think I'm liking this whey protein. The taste is very dull, but I think I like the texture of the drink and also I think it fills me up well until it is time to eat again (I eat at certain times). I did hold speed nine on my treadmill for twenty five minutes mind you and I think that is a new record.
Advance!
DAY FIVE, WEEK FIVE
To round off week five... more of the same. One hundred and thirty press-ups being the only real difference. I look in the mirror every day but I have yet to see any evidence of a six-pack. Unless when I am outside I look in the ranch-slider window and can see a six-pack already there with the sun showing it up?! But they could just be stretch marks... dunno. I should be thin but looks in mirrors can be deceiving. I am very light, but I still have fat around my mid-section. According to my analog readings I am dangerously underweight and shouldn't lose any more, but I'm going to ignore that and continue to lose until I collapse on the floor one day.
I need to tone, just replacing meals with shakes and eating fruit, meat and and vegetables along with them is the easy part. I need to burn all this excess fat off of my mid-section, my arms, my legs... I have lost a lot of weight around my face. In my drivers license photo I was eighteen and I was blown up like a balloon. I should have been doing what I am doing now if not at eighteen, then say five years ago at twenty one. I will be turning twenty seven in three months just before Christmas. I wish I was twenty one or twenty two again, so much more younger, such a smaller number, so much more desirable.
Two days of rest then start on week six next Monday. Maybe I might do the pull-ups on a frame of monkey bars and sit-ups on a slide somewhere, somehow.
DAY ONE, WEEK SIX
I have been feeling incredibly tired this morning because of sex yesterday, I fucking hate it. Despite this, I continue with my exercises and I have been instructed to add an extra half hour to my routine, mainly crunches, to achieve this six-pack of abs that I'm not really sure I am so far away from becoming a reality.
More of the same... except fifteen minutes basketball (shooting hoops) and thirty minutes crunches. I also did forty minutes walking as well. My thirty minute run was a hell of a lot more easier when hydrated. This is something else, as well as stretching, that I highly suggest you do and the author of the Independent article from the United Kingdom failed to instruct the readers to do. Just fucking dumb and could get someone seriously injured or killed.
DAY TWO, WEEK SIX
Same ol' same ol'. I was incredibly busy today after my exercises pretty much all afternoon, I was so tired until I got more food into me. Onward!
DAY THREE, WEEK SIX
No training today, way too busy. I will be back into it tomorrow though and I could do an extra week of more of the same exercises along with pull ups on monkey bars and sit ups on a slide, somewhere.
DAY FOUR, WEEK SIX
More of the same.
DAY FIVE, WEEK SIX
More of what I did on day one of this week and the other three days, adding an extra half hour to my routine.
RESULT:
I didn't do any pull-ups on bars or situps on slides and I also didn't use this TRX exercise equipment I read about either, but I'm not entirely sure whether I have a six-pack of abdominal muscle. I certainly don't have one when I look at my stomach just now, all I see is excess fat. But on an empty stomach and when I look in my bathroom mirror with natural light coming down through my skylight, I can see something developing there... as in a six-pack. I can see my abdominals showing through as a pack... or is unit a better word? But not ripped. I can also see my obliques and ribs. So, not entirely sure. I bet if I continued on with this, doing my exercises on weekends and adding ANOTHER half hour (training for two hours a day), I will surely be ripped and as I said it could take another six weeks to achieve that. And, that's what I'm going to do. I will continue with my exercises and drink whey protein shakes to help me with muscle build. I sure as hell know I have a hell of a lot more energy and strength than I used to. Vegetables, fruit, meat and water... that is what your diet should consist of. Notice how most of that food is AS IS instead of made-up, invented, processed or manufactured food. I just love boiled steaming hot broccoli and cauliflower with dashes of salt and pepper on it, for example. Or steaming hot broccoli and cauliflower with tomato puree mixed in. Or well cooked spinach and sweet sprouted mung beans, a new meal I have been trying.
So I think the verdict is still out as to whether you really can achieve a six-pack in six weeks. The Independent were the messenger, as am I, and this has originally come from a mens health magazine... not sure which.
I didn't think I had it in me. I went to bed last night feeling really unwell but overnight I recovered quite a bit. I did one hundred and forty press-ups, crunches and a thirty minute run set at speed eight.
DAY TWO, WEEK FIVE
My used Toyota gave me an illness, the air filter must be dirty. I turn the air conditioning on and inhale the germs I did. It really struck me down and I still haven't fully recovered. Usually after illnesses like this I have a different attitude to life but I think there is still a burning desire to want to keep this up.
To add insult to injury, I hurt my right arm. My arm still functions, but I hurt it doing press-ups and there is a nagging pain at the elbow. Nothing too serious though and it could just heal by this time tomorrow.
More of the same... I held speed nine for ten minutes on the treadmill and thirty minutes crunches.
DAY THREE, WEEK FIVE
Thirty minute run, fifteen minutes push-ups, fifteen minutes crunches, more of the same. I have decided to experiment with whey protein shakes to replace my meal replacement shakes for muscle build and weight management, I chose chocolate. I tried my first one this morning and taste was leaving much to be desired, but I know that this stuff is supposed to be good for me and overall I think it is something I can get used to. According to Wikipedia, whey protein also has anti-cancer properties but remain unfounded in human experiments. They experimented on mice.
Onward!
DAY FOUR, WEEK FIVE
My thirty minute run was a struggle today but I completed it. The press-ups were also a struggle, I did one hundred. I also did my crunches. I think my struggle was mainly because of my illness that I'm still getting over, that I caught from the air conditioning of my car, so no it does not help. I also had sex last night too. Either this or that or other factors such as inhaling cleaning chemicals after three hours cleaning my house late yesterday or consuming more whey protein (although this should actually give me energy instead of hinder my exercise routine in any way). I think I'm liking this whey protein. The taste is very dull, but I think I like the texture of the drink and also I think it fills me up well until it is time to eat again (I eat at certain times). I did hold speed nine on my treadmill for twenty five minutes mind you and I think that is a new record.
Advance!
DAY FIVE, WEEK FIVE
To round off week five... more of the same. One hundred and thirty press-ups being the only real difference. I look in the mirror every day but I have yet to see any evidence of a six-pack. Unless when I am outside I look in the ranch-slider window and can see a six-pack already there with the sun showing it up?! But they could just be stretch marks... dunno. I should be thin but looks in mirrors can be deceiving. I am very light, but I still have fat around my mid-section. According to my analog readings I am dangerously underweight and shouldn't lose any more, but I'm going to ignore that and continue to lose until I collapse on the floor one day.
I need to tone, just replacing meals with shakes and eating fruit, meat and and vegetables along with them is the easy part. I need to burn all this excess fat off of my mid-section, my arms, my legs... I have lost a lot of weight around my face. In my drivers license photo I was eighteen and I was blown up like a balloon. I should have been doing what I am doing now if not at eighteen, then say five years ago at twenty one. I will be turning twenty seven in three months just before Christmas. I wish I was twenty one or twenty two again, so much more younger, such a smaller number, so much more desirable.
Two days of rest then start on week six next Monday. Maybe I might do the pull-ups on a frame of monkey bars and sit-ups on a slide somewhere, somehow.
DAY ONE, WEEK SIX
I have been feeling incredibly tired this morning because of sex yesterday, I fucking hate it. Despite this, I continue with my exercises and I have been instructed to add an extra half hour to my routine, mainly crunches, to achieve this six-pack of abs that I'm not really sure I am so far away from becoming a reality.
More of the same... except fifteen minutes basketball (shooting hoops) and thirty minutes crunches. I also did forty minutes walking as well. My thirty minute run was a hell of a lot more easier when hydrated. This is something else, as well as stretching, that I highly suggest you do and the author of the Independent article from the United Kingdom failed to instruct the readers to do. Just fucking dumb and could get someone seriously injured or killed.
DAY TWO, WEEK SIX
Same ol' same ol'. I was incredibly busy today after my exercises pretty much all afternoon, I was so tired until I got more food into me. Onward!
DAY THREE, WEEK SIX
No training today, way too busy. I will be back into it tomorrow though and I could do an extra week of more of the same exercises along with pull ups on monkey bars and sit ups on a slide, somewhere.
DAY FOUR, WEEK SIX
More of the same.
DAY FIVE, WEEK SIX
More of what I did on day one of this week and the other three days, adding an extra half hour to my routine.
RESULT:
I didn't do any pull-ups on bars or situps on slides and I also didn't use this TRX exercise equipment I read about either, but I'm not entirely sure whether I have a six-pack of abdominal muscle. I certainly don't have one when I look at my stomach just now, all I see is excess fat. But on an empty stomach and when I look in my bathroom mirror with natural light coming down through my skylight, I can see something developing there... as in a six-pack. I can see my abdominals showing through as a pack... or is unit a better word? But not ripped. I can also see my obliques and ribs. So, not entirely sure. I bet if I continued on with this, doing my exercises on weekends and adding ANOTHER half hour (training for two hours a day), I will surely be ripped and as I said it could take another six weeks to achieve that. And, that's what I'm going to do. I will continue with my exercises and drink whey protein shakes to help me with muscle build. I sure as hell know I have a hell of a lot more energy and strength than I used to. Vegetables, fruit, meat and water... that is what your diet should consist of. Notice how most of that food is AS IS instead of made-up, invented, processed or manufactured food. I just love boiled steaming hot broccoli and cauliflower with dashes of salt and pepper on it, for example. Or steaming hot broccoli and cauliflower with tomato puree mixed in. Or well cooked spinach and sweet sprouted mung beans, a new meal I have been trying.
So I think the verdict is still out as to whether you really can achieve a six-pack in six weeks. The Independent were the messenger, as am I, and this has originally come from a mens health magazine... not sure which.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Six week journey to a six-pack of abominal muscle...
So over the weekend I partied more but avoided beer. I instead had GINGER beer and more vodka. Saturday night seemed such a short night to me. The international rugby started late as it was being played in Australia then the next two or three hours just flew by after in a club watching clothed and naked girlies dance for cash. This was nothing new, I think I was just bothered by how I was a party of one, alone, and all the much younger people (as in probably barely legal boys and girls) surrounding me who were there with me actually... they should have been all over eighteen though. I have also been feeling strangely frightened for no particular reason and even suicidal at dusk, before I go out, when the sun is setting. That is nothing new either however.
DAY ONE, WEEK THREE
Ten minutes stretching. I would like to strongly emphasize how important it is to stretch. If you stretch well, your arms and legs, for ten or fifteen minutes, you will find these exercises much more easier. Your arms and legs will become so much more easier to move. When I used to do tae-kwon-doe, we would stretch for twenty minutes. When I think back, I know now how wonderful stretching was for me to enable me to do things I just wouldn't have been able to do without it. From today, my routine has changed. After my stretching, I perform lunge walks (see link on how to do these). After fifteen minutes of those, I then sprint between two trees on and off and do press ups in sets of five. When I have stopped to catch my breath back, I do more stretching instead of standing around doing nothing. I also do all of that for fifteen minutes. Then I come home and do a fifteen minute run then ANOTHER fifteen minutes doing crunches. I really enjoy the crunches because I can feel that exercise working my mid-section. After all of that, I'm done.
DAY TWO, WEEK THREE
More of the same. I was able to sprint between the two trees for four minutes instead of the two minutes yesterday. On the treadmill, I held speed eight for five minutes then speed nine for five minutes, I had quite a bit of energy.
DAY THREE, WEEK THREE
More of the same once again. But I did have a pain in my right leg behind my knee while sprinting, however it just went away as I continued on. I also experienced a condition called gyroscopic crisis... this is a side-effect to do with my anti-psychotic medication. This was distracting and didn't allow me to perform as well as I could have without it. Still, I completed my fifteen minutes well and was satisfied with my performance, much better than yesterday and the day before. I also performed lunge walks, but I see little point in how doing these help me with my six-pack, but I did them anyway. I came home and did fifteen minutes on my treadmill then fifteen minutes crunches so once again, an hour of training. I was almost going to reach speed ten but decided against it. I reached speed eight.
Today, I also spoke to my dietician. She advised me to end my low carbohydrate diet soon as they do not want to be held legally liable if anything happens to me as in something that might require me to be rushed to hospital. This is all well and good, but I'm not satisfied still with what the diet has done for me. I still have fat, I am thin... but not completely satisfied with how I am. I have been on this diet for almost eight months now and I wish I could stay on it longer, but the news today has made me think against it.
DAY FOUR, WEEK THREE
More of the same. I was able to hold speed nine for OVER five minutes. Going by this trend, I'm getting better and better.
DAY FIVE, WEEK THREE
More of the same except I felt a pain in my right leg again behind my knee and the sprinting was a struggle at first but I actually got better at it with more power as I continued and I stopped running on the treadmill at five minutes because I was getting extremely angry for no reason, so I stopped before I burst out into uncontrollable swearing. As you would have read, I have also been feeling frightened and suicidal at times too for no particular reason. I do not do recreational drugs such as marijuana or ecstasy and I will think a bit more about talking to someone comfortably over the phone about how I have been feeling and especially if I feel that way again. I will not talk to mental health professionals who have the power to change or up my medication. They can not be trusted... and that is sad.
A rest now over the next couple of days and back into it next Monday.
DAY ONE, WEEK FOUR
So what the fuck was I supposed to do to begin this week? I tried to find another playground on Google which has monkey bars or pull up bars and a straight standard inclined slide but the best I could find was about ten kilometers away and I just wasn't up to driving there. I could have caught a bus but I thought no. I will continue on and if nothing changes then I might do an extra week containing those exercises.
Ten minutes stretching, one hundred and twenty press-ups in sets of thirty and twenty, thirty minutes running and I held speed eight for ten minutes, then fifteen minutes doing crunches. I could really feel my abdominals as I did them.
You know, I'm doubting now at the end of this I am going to have a washboard set of abs, maybe it will take a bit longer than just six weeks... as in twelve. This dislocation or movement in my ribs came back but I continued on with my crunches. Anyway, this day has been done and dusted. I will be seeing my doctor this Wednesday for a medical certificate to possibly allow me to continue on my low-carb diet. Then after, get more shakes, fruit, meat and vegetables... I hope.
I also completed another ten kilometers in about eighty minutes. I was just sitting outside in the sun and then I asked myself whether I wanted to do another run and the answer was yes, so I did. Please, hold your applause.
DAY TWO, WEEK FOUR
I was really sore from yesterday but I had a shake then got on my treadmill to attempt a thirty minute run. But I had to stop at ten minutes because I had a huge stitch in my right abdomen so then I moved on to one hundred and twenty press-ups in sets of twenty and thirty then fifteen minutes doing crunches. I got back on my treadmill and completed the last twenty minutes, I was really really close to giving up at twenty five minutes. My legs were aching, I had a stitch (from drinking or eating just before running), then suddenly toward the end my breathing malfunctioned and I was struggling for breath. Still, I completed my one hour and I should be happy with that. At this point in time, I might complete another ten kilometer run either tomorrow or Friday. I'm thinking more probably this Friday.
DAY THREE, WEEK FOUR
Maybe I attempted another run too early. Maybe I got too ahead of myself. I was able to complete seven point five kilometers non-stop until I had to rest once, then I finished pretty much the remainder of my distance until I rested again. This was incredibly hard, running at seven point five kilometers an hour, no joke. I found this much harder than what I did on Monday on the spur of the moment. I think maybe I should have waited for Friday. All up I did eleven kilometers.
More of the same to finish my exercising, I must have exercised for about over two hours.
DAY FOUR, WEEK FOUR
I could be coming down with a virus, I have taken paracetamol to help me recover quickly. Because of this reason, I suspect it is because I did complete my one hour training, but not as well as I have done before. More of the same, what more can I say.
DAY FIVE, WEEK FOUR
No training today, too unwell. I have been infected with a mild virus or seasonal illness and I just don't have the same strength. This has happened at a good time though! Because I now have two days to recover before I start on week five.
DAY ONE, WEEK THREE
Ten minutes stretching. I would like to strongly emphasize how important it is to stretch. If you stretch well, your arms and legs, for ten or fifteen minutes, you will find these exercises much more easier. Your arms and legs will become so much more easier to move. When I used to do tae-kwon-doe, we would stretch for twenty minutes. When I think back, I know now how wonderful stretching was for me to enable me to do things I just wouldn't have been able to do without it. From today, my routine has changed. After my stretching, I perform lunge walks (see link on how to do these). After fifteen minutes of those, I then sprint between two trees on and off and do press ups in sets of five. When I have stopped to catch my breath back, I do more stretching instead of standing around doing nothing. I also do all of that for fifteen minutes. Then I come home and do a fifteen minute run then ANOTHER fifteen minutes doing crunches. I really enjoy the crunches because I can feel that exercise working my mid-section. After all of that, I'm done.
DAY TWO, WEEK THREE
More of the same. I was able to sprint between the two trees for four minutes instead of the two minutes yesterday. On the treadmill, I held speed eight for five minutes then speed nine for five minutes, I had quite a bit of energy.
DAY THREE, WEEK THREE
More of the same once again. But I did have a pain in my right leg behind my knee while sprinting, however it just went away as I continued on. I also experienced a condition called gyroscopic crisis... this is a side-effect to do with my anti-psychotic medication. This was distracting and didn't allow me to perform as well as I could have without it. Still, I completed my fifteen minutes well and was satisfied with my performance, much better than yesterday and the day before. I also performed lunge walks, but I see little point in how doing these help me with my six-pack, but I did them anyway. I came home and did fifteen minutes on my treadmill then fifteen minutes crunches so once again, an hour of training. I was almost going to reach speed ten but decided against it. I reached speed eight.
Today, I also spoke to my dietician. She advised me to end my low carbohydrate diet soon as they do not want to be held legally liable if anything happens to me as in something that might require me to be rushed to hospital. This is all well and good, but I'm not satisfied still with what the diet has done for me. I still have fat, I am thin... but not completely satisfied with how I am. I have been on this diet for almost eight months now and I wish I could stay on it longer, but the news today has made me think against it.
DAY FOUR, WEEK THREE
More of the same. I was able to hold speed nine for OVER five minutes. Going by this trend, I'm getting better and better.
DAY FIVE, WEEK THREE
More of the same except I felt a pain in my right leg again behind my knee and the sprinting was a struggle at first but I actually got better at it with more power as I continued and I stopped running on the treadmill at five minutes because I was getting extremely angry for no reason, so I stopped before I burst out into uncontrollable swearing. As you would have read, I have also been feeling frightened and suicidal at times too for no particular reason. I do not do recreational drugs such as marijuana or ecstasy and I will think a bit more about talking to someone comfortably over the phone about how I have been feeling and especially if I feel that way again. I will not talk to mental health professionals who have the power to change or up my medication. They can not be trusted... and that is sad.
A rest now over the next couple of days and back into it next Monday.
DAY ONE, WEEK FOUR
So what the fuck was I supposed to do to begin this week? I tried to find another playground on Google which has monkey bars or pull up bars and a straight standard inclined slide but the best I could find was about ten kilometers away and I just wasn't up to driving there. I could have caught a bus but I thought no. I will continue on and if nothing changes then I might do an extra week containing those exercises.
Ten minutes stretching, one hundred and twenty press-ups in sets of thirty and twenty, thirty minutes running and I held speed eight for ten minutes, then fifteen minutes doing crunches. I could really feel my abdominals as I did them.
You know, I'm doubting now at the end of this I am going to have a washboard set of abs, maybe it will take a bit longer than just six weeks... as in twelve. This dislocation or movement in my ribs came back but I continued on with my crunches. Anyway, this day has been done and dusted. I will be seeing my doctor this Wednesday for a medical certificate to possibly allow me to continue on my low-carb diet. Then after, get more shakes, fruit, meat and vegetables... I hope.
I also completed another ten kilometers in about eighty minutes. I was just sitting outside in the sun and then I asked myself whether I wanted to do another run and the answer was yes, so I did. Please, hold your applause.
DAY TWO, WEEK FOUR
I was really sore from yesterday but I had a shake then got on my treadmill to attempt a thirty minute run. But I had to stop at ten minutes because I had a huge stitch in my right abdomen so then I moved on to one hundred and twenty press-ups in sets of twenty and thirty then fifteen minutes doing crunches. I got back on my treadmill and completed the last twenty minutes, I was really really close to giving up at twenty five minutes. My legs were aching, I had a stitch (from drinking or eating just before running), then suddenly toward the end my breathing malfunctioned and I was struggling for breath. Still, I completed my one hour and I should be happy with that. At this point in time, I might complete another ten kilometer run either tomorrow or Friday. I'm thinking more probably this Friday.
DAY THREE, WEEK FOUR
Maybe I attempted another run too early. Maybe I got too ahead of myself. I was able to complete seven point five kilometers non-stop until I had to rest once, then I finished pretty much the remainder of my distance until I rested again. This was incredibly hard, running at seven point five kilometers an hour, no joke. I found this much harder than what I did on Monday on the spur of the moment. I think maybe I should have waited for Friday. All up I did eleven kilometers.
More of the same to finish my exercising, I must have exercised for about over two hours.
DAY FOUR, WEEK FOUR
I could be coming down with a virus, I have taken paracetamol to help me recover quickly. Because of this reason, I suspect it is because I did complete my one hour training, but not as well as I have done before. More of the same, what more can I say.
DAY FIVE, WEEK FOUR
No training today, too unwell. I have been infected with a mild virus or seasonal illness and I just don't have the same strength. This has happened at a good time though! Because I now have two days to recover before I start on week five.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Two year anniversary of UnwashedFlyer's blog
Two years now. Either today or in a couple of days, just marking it off. Maybe you can go back and find out on which date I founded this blog and know that way. I won't.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Six week journey to a six-pack of abdominal muscles
This is my personal diary to my six-pack of abs. I began yesterday, the 6th of August, and will finish on the 17th of September 2012. You can try this for yourself by visiting this link. http://www.nzherald.co.nz/lifestyle/news/article.cfm?c_id=6&objectid=10768132 .... Just follow the instructions.
IMPORTANT: REMEMBER TO STRETCH BEFORE YOUR EXERCISES. THIS ARTICLE, ORIGINALLY FROM THE INDEPENDENT NEWSPAPER OF THE UNITED KINGDOM, AMAZINGLY FAILS TO INSTRUCT THE READER TO DO SO. IF YOU DON'T, YOU CAN SERIOUSLY HURT YOURSELF! THIS IS DANGEROUSLY MISLEADING!
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DAY ONE, WEEK ONE
I begin this experiment I guess, I will either succeed or fail. I position myself down on a white woolen mat of my white living room carpeted floor and begin today with press-ups. I manage about ten before I have to pause intermittently on and off to get back my breath but I do this for fifteen minutes and must have reached over thirty in total. I get on my back and begin crunches, I must have done about over thirty of those too. I made sure to throw as much as my body up as I could, I really tried to put power up in behind myself to lift myself up. I then finish with thirty minute run on my treadmill, I complete three kilometers.
DAY TWO, WEEK ONE
My body is aching and this is strange because I certainly didn't wake up this way this morning. These nagging aches have only come over me in my legs and arms over the last couple of hours. I have felt much worse though, this isn't the first time.
I go through the routine again and I'm not sure as to whether I found it more difficult today than yesterday. Anyway, it is a struggle but I think I have put in the same effort. The run on the treadmill, I notice, is more difficult this time and maybe it is because I ate an unusually delicious steak last night for my protein intake, which worries me. Still, I persevere and complete my thirty minutes on the treadmill then collapse over the console to get back my breath and thoughts.
DAY THREE, WEEK ONE
I start on the treadmill today and do ten minutes and just over one kilometre because I feel a nagging pain in my right leg. Then I get on the floor and do seventy press-ups. They all were somewhat half-pied but I'm still blown away by how well I did because of the number as I kept count. I then get on my back and do crunches but stop at five minutes because I feel something unusually moving uncomfortably in my abdomen like a rib or something... I also noticed a vague bruise on my right leg.
DAY FOUR, WEEK ONE
I start on the treadmill again today and cut my time down to fifteen minutes from thirty. I complete the time and distance (over a kilometer) and do well. I found that the nagging pain in my right leg just went away as I continued my run. I then get on the floor and do crunches, I don't keep count. I don't keep count but I go for fifteen minutes and what seemed to me to be a dislocation in my abdomen went away as well just like the pain in my right leg and that I found quite extraordinary. When it came to press-ups, I fail miserably. I manage about ten. This was certainly a far cry to the seventy press-ups I achieved yesterday, I don't really know why I achieved so little today. I didn't think to stretch.
DAY FIVE, WEEK ONE
Disaster struck, my training has hit a brick wall. I manage two press-ups, my arms are so weak. I then get on my back and try crunches but this dislocation of some kind in my right abdomen is still there and worries me a little. I stopped as I decided not to carry on and aggravate it although yesterday it just went away. I just give up on running.
So from here I have two days to get back my strength and all the aches go away then week two will begin with me trying myself out on adventure playground equipment. From what I have been reading, it will be not easy.
DAY ONE, WEEK TWO
The article I linked to above from the Independent shouldn't be so shallow, it could have gone into greater detail. I feel ready to start another week and this is crunch time. I have never done pull-ups on a bar before. Over the weekend I drunk not one beer, but a lot of vodka and to my surprise, didn't get rolling drunk. I hope this hasn't hindered my journey to my six pack of abs. In one bar I visited, I could see some men with pot bellies or unusually shaped abdomens, I think that has come about from drinking. Me? I am quite thin now, but I still have quite a bit of abdominal fat that I have learnt could be an early warning sign for heart disease when I get older.
I arrive at the playground and all the kids should be at school, it is empty. I thought there were pull up bars there but there aren't. I do ten minutes of stretching. That is, my legs, my arms and my legs again. I wipe down the slide because it is a bit wet after we have had a wet weekend and attempt these sit ups I have been reading about. I don't know how the reporter attached his legs to the top of the slide but I don't try that and instead hold on to these nearby bars with my arms and hands so I don't slide down the slide backward. I think, no, this isn't going to work so I leave and come back home.
I arrive home and do fifty push-ups stopping and starting because it is hard work. I try crunches but I still feel a dislocation in my abdomen so I think I won't push myself and aggravate it further because there is the potential there to seriously hurt myself. I get on my expensive all flash and no substance treadmill and complete over one kilometer in fifteen minutes.
The treadmill workout was more of a struggle than usual, maybe it was because I drunk a bit too much alcohol over the weekend. And I did drink more than ever before, actually. I'm not completely satisfied with how I have been unable to do my crunches, I should be training for an hour, no less.
Every time I sit on the toilet I can see my abdominals and it appears there is a six-pack forming, or maybe it is just my excess abdominal fat, haha.
DAY TWO, WEEK TWO
I arrive at the adventure playground and do ten minutes of stretching. Then I try and do crunches or sit-ups on the little narrow blue curvy slide, I can't do it. I can't do it because the incline is too steep and I can't do it without sliding down the slide backward, I need to stay in one place at the top of the slide.
So then I remembered, the press-ups on the park bench. I position myself up on the bench with my legs on it and the rest of myself on an incline down to the ground. Amazingly, I found doing this more easier than doing just normal press-ups on an almost even keel. I do fifty, stopping and starting, because I feel a pain in my lower abdomen above my pelvis that the pain was excruciating if I had of continued on and did ten more than I did each time. I get to thirteen minutes when I look at my cellphone stopwatch and think no, I will do ten more instead of just giving up and moving on.
Someone calls out to me by calling me a faggot. I would like him to come out here and do what I'm doing, maybe I might be impressed. He can prove his straight superiority to me in an exercise competition instead of perhaps a fight, the hard motherfucker. Hehe. He is really cute by the way. He is like a real life Japanese anime character as in Yu-Gi-Oh. He must be a year younger than me but he still looks so young, I think I'm in love.
I get on my treadmill, I HAVE AN ABSOLUTE ENORMOUS AMOUNT OF ENERGY AND I FEEL AMAZING THROUGHOUT as I complete a record three and a half kilometres at a running pace. I almost fall off too by taking off my hooded sweatshirt, but I just slide off the machine onto my feet. I think the Indian Korma curry sauce I had last night mixed in with my boiled onions for my vegetable intake, twice, had something to do with it.
To finish this extraordinary day, I do dozens of powerful crunches for fifteen minutes.
DAY THREE, WEEK TWO
Today was certainly better than yesterday as I begin by stretching, then ninety press-ups stopping and starting on the park bench in sets of twenty then I take a short walk home and do thirty minutes running then crunches. I didn't have so much energy today so maybe I might buy more of that curry sauce to help me then mix it in with my boiled onions.
I also want to buy a canoe or kayak and paddle the harbour from one end to the other then back again (I live on a coast) to exercise my arms and torso. I also already play basketball (shooting hoops) and I have a black and yellow Everlast punching bag I might set up in my garage soon. This might all turn to shit tomorrow though, don't ask me why.
DAY FOUR, WEEK TWO
Well. I believed that I would fail miserably today after a bit of sexual activity last night but I did more of the same instead. Ten minutes stretching, ninety press-ups from the park bench in sets of twenty off and on with more stretching in between, then another three and a half kilometers on my treadmill and THEN about fifty or so crunches that should really work my abs well. I also started at seven in the morning when noone was around, not even school children, in the park. I usually exercised at around eleven in the morning.
DAY FIVE, WEEK TWO
Another job well done from me. Actually, even better. I managed to get up to speed nine on my treadmill, a new record, and I held that speed for five minutes. I think I should be thanking my stretching for how I did so well... my arms and legs, I'm quite proud of myself, and that is a sin. Ninety press-ups and a series of crunches once again. I almost fainted today too by the way, I was so close. It was a bit scary but soon got over it after a minute or two laying down then just got on my way. I felt so light headed in a room then I was walking down a corridor and I could see my vision turn to large spots of blackness, not fun. This is the second time this has happened while being on my low-carbohydrate diet. I have been in something called the state of ketosis for seven months now, a very long time compared to others. Maybe tonight I might be in a state of a coma after a fight, haha! I hope not, I will probably get my ass handed to me.
TO BE CONTINUED...
IMPORTANT: REMEMBER TO STRETCH BEFORE YOUR EXERCISES. THIS ARTICLE, ORIGINALLY FROM THE INDEPENDENT NEWSPAPER OF THE UNITED KINGDOM, AMAZINGLY FAILS TO INSTRUCT THE READER TO DO SO. IF YOU DON'T, YOU CAN SERIOUSLY HURT YOURSELF! THIS IS DANGEROUSLY MISLEADING!
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DAY ONE, WEEK ONE
I begin this experiment I guess, I will either succeed or fail. I position myself down on a white woolen mat of my white living room carpeted floor and begin today with press-ups. I manage about ten before I have to pause intermittently on and off to get back my breath but I do this for fifteen minutes and must have reached over thirty in total. I get on my back and begin crunches, I must have done about over thirty of those too. I made sure to throw as much as my body up as I could, I really tried to put power up in behind myself to lift myself up. I then finish with thirty minute run on my treadmill, I complete three kilometers.
DAY TWO, WEEK ONE
My body is aching and this is strange because I certainly didn't wake up this way this morning. These nagging aches have only come over me in my legs and arms over the last couple of hours. I have felt much worse though, this isn't the first time.
I go through the routine again and I'm not sure as to whether I found it more difficult today than yesterday. Anyway, it is a struggle but I think I have put in the same effort. The run on the treadmill, I notice, is more difficult this time and maybe it is because I ate an unusually delicious steak last night for my protein intake, which worries me. Still, I persevere and complete my thirty minutes on the treadmill then collapse over the console to get back my breath and thoughts.
DAY THREE, WEEK ONE
I start on the treadmill today and do ten minutes and just over one kilometre because I feel a nagging pain in my right leg. Then I get on the floor and do seventy press-ups. They all were somewhat half-pied but I'm still blown away by how well I did because of the number as I kept count. I then get on my back and do crunches but stop at five minutes because I feel something unusually moving uncomfortably in my abdomen like a rib or something... I also noticed a vague bruise on my right leg.
DAY FOUR, WEEK ONE
I start on the treadmill again today and cut my time down to fifteen minutes from thirty. I complete the time and distance (over a kilometer) and do well. I found that the nagging pain in my right leg just went away as I continued my run. I then get on the floor and do crunches, I don't keep count. I don't keep count but I go for fifteen minutes and what seemed to me to be a dislocation in my abdomen went away as well just like the pain in my right leg and that I found quite extraordinary. When it came to press-ups, I fail miserably. I manage about ten. This was certainly a far cry to the seventy press-ups I achieved yesterday, I don't really know why I achieved so little today. I didn't think to stretch.
DAY FIVE, WEEK ONE
Disaster struck, my training has hit a brick wall. I manage two press-ups, my arms are so weak. I then get on my back and try crunches but this dislocation of some kind in my right abdomen is still there and worries me a little. I stopped as I decided not to carry on and aggravate it although yesterday it just went away. I just give up on running.
So from here I have two days to get back my strength and all the aches go away then week two will begin with me trying myself out on adventure playground equipment. From what I have been reading, it will be not easy.
DAY ONE, WEEK TWO
The article I linked to above from the Independent shouldn't be so shallow, it could have gone into greater detail. I feel ready to start another week and this is crunch time. I have never done pull-ups on a bar before. Over the weekend I drunk not one beer, but a lot of vodka and to my surprise, didn't get rolling drunk. I hope this hasn't hindered my journey to my six pack of abs. In one bar I visited, I could see some men with pot bellies or unusually shaped abdomens, I think that has come about from drinking. Me? I am quite thin now, but I still have quite a bit of abdominal fat that I have learnt could be an early warning sign for heart disease when I get older.
I arrive at the playground and all the kids should be at school, it is empty. I thought there were pull up bars there but there aren't. I do ten minutes of stretching. That is, my legs, my arms and my legs again. I wipe down the slide because it is a bit wet after we have had a wet weekend and attempt these sit ups I have been reading about. I don't know how the reporter attached his legs to the top of the slide but I don't try that and instead hold on to these nearby bars with my arms and hands so I don't slide down the slide backward. I think, no, this isn't going to work so I leave and come back home.
I arrive home and do fifty push-ups stopping and starting because it is hard work. I try crunches but I still feel a dislocation in my abdomen so I think I won't push myself and aggravate it further because there is the potential there to seriously hurt myself. I get on my expensive all flash and no substance treadmill and complete over one kilometer in fifteen minutes.
The treadmill workout was more of a struggle than usual, maybe it was because I drunk a bit too much alcohol over the weekend. And I did drink more than ever before, actually. I'm not completely satisfied with how I have been unable to do my crunches, I should be training for an hour, no less.
Every time I sit on the toilet I can see my abdominals and it appears there is a six-pack forming, or maybe it is just my excess abdominal fat, haha.
DAY TWO, WEEK TWO
I arrive at the adventure playground and do ten minutes of stretching. Then I try and do crunches or sit-ups on the little narrow blue curvy slide, I can't do it. I can't do it because the incline is too steep and I can't do it without sliding down the slide backward, I need to stay in one place at the top of the slide.
So then I remembered, the press-ups on the park bench. I position myself up on the bench with my legs on it and the rest of myself on an incline down to the ground. Amazingly, I found doing this more easier than doing just normal press-ups on an almost even keel. I do fifty, stopping and starting, because I feel a pain in my lower abdomen above my pelvis that the pain was excruciating if I had of continued on and did ten more than I did each time. I get to thirteen minutes when I look at my cellphone stopwatch and think no, I will do ten more instead of just giving up and moving on.
Someone calls out to me by calling me a faggot. I would like him to come out here and do what I'm doing, maybe I might be impressed. He can prove his straight superiority to me in an exercise competition instead of perhaps a fight, the hard motherfucker. Hehe. He is really cute by the way. He is like a real life Japanese anime character as in Yu-Gi-Oh. He must be a year younger than me but he still looks so young, I think I'm in love.
I get on my treadmill, I HAVE AN ABSOLUTE ENORMOUS AMOUNT OF ENERGY AND I FEEL AMAZING THROUGHOUT as I complete a record three and a half kilometres at a running pace. I almost fall off too by taking off my hooded sweatshirt, but I just slide off the machine onto my feet. I think the Indian Korma curry sauce I had last night mixed in with my boiled onions for my vegetable intake, twice, had something to do with it.
To finish this extraordinary day, I do dozens of powerful crunches for fifteen minutes.
DAY THREE, WEEK TWO
Today was certainly better than yesterday as I begin by stretching, then ninety press-ups stopping and starting on the park bench in sets of twenty then I take a short walk home and do thirty minutes running then crunches. I didn't have so much energy today so maybe I might buy more of that curry sauce to help me then mix it in with my boiled onions.
I also want to buy a canoe or kayak and paddle the harbour from one end to the other then back again (I live on a coast) to exercise my arms and torso. I also already play basketball (shooting hoops) and I have a black and yellow Everlast punching bag I might set up in my garage soon. This might all turn to shit tomorrow though, don't ask me why.
DAY FOUR, WEEK TWO
Well. I believed that I would fail miserably today after a bit of sexual activity last night but I did more of the same instead. Ten minutes stretching, ninety press-ups from the park bench in sets of twenty off and on with more stretching in between, then another three and a half kilometers on my treadmill and THEN about fifty or so crunches that should really work my abs well. I also started at seven in the morning when noone was around, not even school children, in the park. I usually exercised at around eleven in the morning.
DAY FIVE, WEEK TWO
Another job well done from me. Actually, even better. I managed to get up to speed nine on my treadmill, a new record, and I held that speed for five minutes. I think I should be thanking my stretching for how I did so well... my arms and legs, I'm quite proud of myself, and that is a sin. Ninety press-ups and a series of crunches once again. I almost fainted today too by the way, I was so close. It was a bit scary but soon got over it after a minute or two laying down then just got on my way. I felt so light headed in a room then I was walking down a corridor and I could see my vision turn to large spots of blackness, not fun. This is the second time this has happened while being on my low-carbohydrate diet. I have been in something called the state of ketosis for seven months now, a very long time compared to others. Maybe tonight I might be in a state of a coma after a fight, haha! I hope not, I will probably get my ass handed to me.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Kim Dotcom...
... and Hollywood. So recently it came out that it was Joe Biden, the vice-president of the United States, who met with Hollywood movie executives to attempt to take down Kim Dotcom. Dotcom would not name his source, but I bet whoever his source is, he or she is a two-faced play both sides of the game rat that shouldn't be trusted. The thing that gets me is, I don't believe Hollywood is serious about business. With them wanting to combat piracy by unfairly targeting Kim Dotcom and not going across the board with the deal, plus also these actions over ten years too late instead of regulating the Internet from the start, and movies that are to please the Yosemite Sam's of this world, Hollywood just can't be taken seriously. Hollywood, New York City... anywhere where there is entertainment but particularly the movie and music industry. You can exclude Bollywood, or can you?
Just a thought or two about this and on the eve of the Batman: Dark Knight movie premiere shooting, but I'm only now posting about it of course.
What can I say, as much as I hate Hollywood... their rumoured heavy Jewish influence by, as John Travolta apparently said, "homosexual Jewish men", I'm pleased by what has happened. I mean, if he stormed the cinema where the movie was screening and just continuously shot at the projector screen then okay. But he killed innocents, unfortunately.
Only in America.
Just a thought or two about this and on the eve of the Batman: Dark Knight movie premiere shooting, but I'm only now posting about it of course.
What can I say, as much as I hate Hollywood... their rumoured heavy Jewish influence by, as John Travolta apparently said, "homosexual Jewish men", I'm pleased by what has happened. I mean, if he stormed the cinema where the movie was screening and just continuously shot at the projector screen then okay. But he killed innocents, unfortunately.
Only in America.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Love
I have already made it known here on this blog that I have seen and engaged with prostitutes. Two last year and about twelve more so far again this year, all Asian. I visited my first strip club last Saturday and enjoyed my time.
I spend a lot of time sitting in front of my computer and many times I leave that then spend time outside in the sun. Because of the sun, my eyes water but from also being in front of those flat panel monitors as well beforehand. We live in a changed world now but for me it was really always the same, I just wasn't aware. Well the hurt I have from doing what I have done is minor.
I know that throughout my life so far I have had a few girlfriends, but they were all fake just like those women in the sex business. They never loved me, they just felt obligated by a religious motivation. It isn't until one does get woken up and realise what happened as being all shit, just shit. Love for me was never really any different at its core, that is my point. It is funny too because I certainly didn't realise that before then (last year) and also just recently. For five years I was abstinent, heavily medicated, and miserable. I was being abused by the state. I was driven to do and say anything back in 2003 for change in my life, and quickly. I was desperate. But it is because of the government ultimately I am in this mess. Without their unwarranted meddling, things might be better for me. Life is short everyone. Well, it can be. How can you tell someone that you are a pedophile? You can't. Is my life going to be normal? At all? No way.
I spend a lot of time sitting in front of my computer and many times I leave that then spend time outside in the sun. Because of the sun, my eyes water but from also being in front of those flat panel monitors as well beforehand. We live in a changed world now but for me it was really always the same, I just wasn't aware. Well the hurt I have from doing what I have done is minor.
I know that throughout my life so far I have had a few girlfriends, but they were all fake just like those women in the sex business. They never loved me, they just felt obligated by a religious motivation. It isn't until one does get woken up and realise what happened as being all shit, just shit. Love for me was never really any different at its core, that is my point. It is funny too because I certainly didn't realise that before then (last year) and also just recently. For five years I was abstinent, heavily medicated, and miserable. I was being abused by the state. I was driven to do and say anything back in 2003 for change in my life, and quickly. I was desperate. But it is because of the government ultimately I am in this mess. Without their unwarranted meddling, things might be better for me. Life is short everyone. Well, it can be. How can you tell someone that you are a pedophile? You can't. Is my life going to be normal? At all? No way.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Kim Dotcom
Below is a message I was going to post on the NZ Herald website, on this report that I have linked to, but now put it on this blog instead. http://www.nzherald.co.nz/business/news/article.cfm?c_id=3&objectid=10816451 ...
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I do believe that Dotcom made a valid point on Campbell Live some months ago that YouTube and other sites get away with piracy so felt he was being picked on for perhaps in my mind some ulterior motive.
But on the other hand I do suspect that Dotcom is guilty of crimes that haven't come to light yet which are far more serious than just internet piracy such as terrorism, human trafficking, slavery, conspiracy to murder, breach of privacy both online and offline and drug offenses. He doesn't have those flaunting plates on his luxurious cars such as MAFIA, STONED... and so on for nothing. He has the criminal respect and he enjoys all the attention he gets from showboating, he is like John Gotti.
He is no friend of mine.
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I do believe that Dotcom made a valid point on Campbell Live some months ago that YouTube and other sites get away with piracy so felt he was being picked on for perhaps in my mind some ulterior motive.
But on the other hand I do suspect that Dotcom is guilty of crimes that haven't come to light yet which are far more serious than just internet piracy such as terrorism, human trafficking, slavery, conspiracy to murder, breach of privacy both online and offline and drug offenses. He doesn't have those flaunting plates on his luxurious cars such as MAFIA, STONED... and so on for nothing. He has the criminal respect and he enjoys all the attention he gets from showboating, he is like John Gotti.
He is no friend of mine.
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