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...

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.

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.

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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Scare

I woke up early this morning and I was still in bed.  I had no idea what time it was and I really needed to urinate, so bad.  So I got up and did so but felt amazingly light headed and felt like I wanted to fall down throughout.  After I left the toilet I walked into a wall.  Then, I fell down (not hitting my head or hurting myself at all, I just kind of collapsed being in some control of how and where I fell) and felt like I couldn't get up again to return to my bed.  I thought at that time that I would just fall asleep on the floor, I was that tired.  I was feeling pain in my arms and legs too but my head was not in it almost completely.  While I was on the floor I gained my senses back quite a bit and then when I got enough strength, I went back to bed.

So there we all have it.  Until next time my people... VIVA LA REAGAN REVOLUTION!  LOL!

A couple of things...

So this new Blogger layout... I like it, so far.  That is to say from the log in screen to this message screen, I haven't explored it yet.  It is also interesting to note that there are changes about to happen at Wikipedia as well.  I wonder if it has anything to do with C.I.S.P.A.?  You know, the bill that passed the other day in the United States to do with the Internet.  Maybe, but I have told you my position on that and that is I could care less either way, I'm on the fence.  I find it funny that those who said S.O.P.A. and P.I.P.A. were a threat to freedom of speech are the same people who secretly want to take that, and other freedoms away.  Here in New Zealand the anti-file sharing law passed about a year or so ago now and the point of it, to try and fight file sharing or piracy, has pretty much fell flat on its ass as only about six people in this country have been prosecuted so far.  Before the bill passed, those who opposed it warned the policing of the law would be like Skynet from the Terminator movies.  They got together in downtown Auckland, in Aotea Square, and said so.  Only about fifteen of them as I recall.  For some reason, nobody else really gave a fuck.  Then later on Kim Dotcom got busted, around the same time as P.I.P.A. and S.O.P.A.... I can't remember which came before what but I know it was around the same time.

What I wanted to tell you all is that I am still alive but I do sincerely think that I might only have from a year to about two or three years at the most (three years is being very hopeful), left, to live.  Yes, the persecution has been a continuously gruelling experience every day for the last ten years and I still know there are ways out.  I think if it had of been anyone else, they would have to be super-human like me to have survived this long.  On the world stage, expect religion to influence more in our lives.  Now, just because I think and say that doesn't mean I am right because I could still be wrong but the writing is already on the wall, I know it.  Certain mind control religious cults are on the rise, on the up and up, and show no signs of slowing down to complete their quest for total control of everything and everyone.

Merry Christmas.

Splinter cell: conviction

So I must be one of the last Xbox 360 owners in the world to have completed this game by now but I did so this afternoon.  I hate having to experience automatic aiming and I hope my console doesn't get banned on Xbox Live because of it.  I don't want to cheat, I want to play the game according to my present skill and if my skill isn't good enough, then I have to improve... BUT NOT BY CHEATING!

The last mission is in the White House.  I doubted that the game before its release about three years ago would take the player there, but it does.  A very exciting mission, that whole level is a bloodbath.  Where else can I get my fantasies about killing the President of the United States?

Your character also visits the Third Echelon headquarters.  Now according to what I know, the N.S.A. is supposed to be all super secret so everyone who has played is left asking themselves whether that building in the game represents their actual headquarters in reality.  Maybe they don't have a headquarters at all?  I just loved spraying a big glass pane with the Third Echelon logo on it with my automatic machine gun inside of there, I also did the same to an American flag.

I think that's about all the spoilers I will reveal about what goes in the game.  Yes there is another Splinter Cell game coming... however it could be canned at any moment due to a five or ten minute phone call filled with atrocious swearing.  Splinter Cell games inspire patriotism in the United States and encourage recruitment within the N.S.A.'s ranks, but it also can serve as propaganda in still a time of war.  Splinter Cell: Conviction is the first game, except the very first Splinter Cell in which you have to infiltrate Langley, that goes where no other has gone before.  Conviction is not a complete stealth game, most of the time you are required to shoot up every tango in your sight.  Three interesting things I picked up about Conviction is the sticky cameras now explode instead of releasing some kind of gas, they play a patriotic song (could be the national anthem of the United States) instead of making a high pitched beep or siren-like sound to lure enemies to any trap and your character, Sam Fisher, does not have the ability to whistle to distract and trap enemies.  Playing through Conviction on the normal difficulty has inspired me to want to play through the older Splinter Cell games again.

So that's that.  Splinter Cell: Retribution is out this year I believe.  You can also read the books too, you should be able to find them in your local bookstore or local library.

Happy gaming.