There are a several reasons why om doing this, some say that I don’t look at fit as I use to look my ex, my younger sister, Nina (go fuck yourselves!) and others are saying that I am desperately in need of woman that takes care of me. They’re probably right, I need a woman and I am in need to get fit… ASAP. However, I’ve noticed that I don’t have any game when it comes to girls, my best pick up line is: “I am Jackie Chan’s son, love me”. So let’s focus on something that I can achieve and something I can control, my majestic body. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not fat nor am I chubby (I got a bit of a muffin top), I’ve just put on a few kilos and lost a bit of muscle since I quit Track and Field (I did the short sprint, 100m/200m back in 2010). Since then I’ve struggled to come back to the same healthy shape I was in back in 2010. So here I am, taking control and applying my effortless lazy mentality to get in shape… Shieeeeet.
Asian vs Mexican – Two month between the pictures, 90% training and 10% diet, not the optimal ratio, but it did some minor changes on my body. My face is apparently broken, I can not show any emotions, like a robot.
This blogg is for my own intentions only, but I’m glad if someone out there wants to see my progression and motivates me to get in shape, be aware of a lot of selfie shots (for the ladies and John). Why am I doing this after Beach 2013? Well, I tried to get in shape during Spring but failed, (Gadammit, its those damn fikas at work…I hate them… but they’re so good…). So starting again now, I have no pressure. In addition, here are a couple of other reasons why I’m doing this:
I wanna proof to myself that I can get in shape IF and WHEN I want to.
I want to look photoshopped like Ryan Gosling in “Crazy Stupid Love” (Check out the link here)
When I have kids, I want to show them that their old man had a six pack before they were even born, and to remind them that they are the reason why its gone now.
If I manage to inspire anybody to a healthier lifestyle, even if its just one person, then I completed the purpose of this blog.
I want to wear those Ronnie Coleman style wifebeater shirts, the ones the barley cover your nipples…. Ahh yeah.
Can you see my chest, or is my shirt in the way? (Haha, look at his smile, cracks me up)
I got some big plans up ahead, shit gonna be off the chain, madda fackers. I’ll talk more about in my next post (Wednesday).