Project Chub

It really is a gross word, isn’t it? Chub.

I remember hearing it for the first time from my second bf. Of course, he used it to describe a semi erect dingle, but never the less, it stuck with me. Sadly this project has nothing to do with genitalia, beside the unavoidable outline of my own which will undoubtedly show up in some of these photos. Perverts…

I am well aware that I am not an earth devouring monster, but I have never been satisfied with my body. I have had periods in my life, in which I was in pretty decent shape, especially when I was a hip hop teacher and personal trainer. Yet, even then, my physical shape prevented me from being the best dancer or trainer I could have been. It’s hard enough to remember all of those damn steps, let alone watch 18 year old girls spin and fly around you like they have rockets attacked to their ass. Yeah, we get it, you’re skinny. Meanwhile, I am praying for the dance to end so I can run off stage and pass out…but I digress.

I am creating this section on the blog to help track and motivate me to get into shape. After watching my mother deal with diabetes and my dad battle cancer, I realized that my personal health could be the best weapon I have to keep the doctor from getting all touchy feely. I know from past experience that motivation from friends and family helped me succeed when I set my eyes on something. It’s probably not healthy that I put so much power in the motivational words of others. Remind me to make a therapist appointment the day I am finally able to afford competent health insurance.

I welcome you all to laugh and judge my fleshitude as I progress through the many stages of weight loss and exercise. When all of this is done I will either emerge a healthier, leaner man or a shattered and broken ghost cowering in the showering, trying to forget all of the horrible insults and emails I received. Whatever the case, here’s to better days and less thigh butter!

GOAL

• 230 lbs
• BMI of 20%
• Convert 30 – 40 lbs of fat into muscle
• Remove the need to dramatically extend my chin in an effort to avoid having a choat in photos

WEEK 1

June 16th – 2011.

Ok ok, so I have not updated this in a while… or at all. I was busy moving back to LA and then I broke up with my roommate, so I have been busy. Back off! Needless to say, I have been working out like a fiend and eating so healthy that I can see through time and space if I concentrate enough.  When I moved, I weighed about 27 lbs MORE than I did up there.  Since then, I have lost 37 lbs and it just keeps falling off. No more Kohls for me! I am off to shop at Forever 21 and dress like an ironic cunt!

Huzzah!

Recount

• Weight: 220 lbs
• Pants size: 34 (down from 36)
• Double Chin – nearly eradicated
• Dick looks bigger – Yay…..