I beat the fuck out of myself when I am rocking out. At home, at shows, in the car, at work… when the music hits me just right I start hitting, punching, squeezing and generally hurting things. And by things I mean me. After every show I’ve usually got bruises on my chest and arms, cause those take the most abuse.
I’m an idiot. Let’s get that out of the way.
Now, the point of this post: These days when I do all the above listed things I feel muscle, or bone instead of fat. That’s so sweet. I mention this because I was just kicking it to some Rammstein – Sehnsucht and I made a few new lumps on my right pec and noticed it was kind of… hard. All these pushups I am doing every night before bed must be paying off at least a little.
210.0 lbs this morning. Hasn’t moved in a while, but it’s staying the same, which is great. I can maintain this. Now I just need to polish those last 10 off so I can get my tattoo before Tony just drugs me and drags me down to Irezumi against my will.