Just Tryna Bring The Sexy

Things that give me motivation, healthy recipes to try, and progress pics. Gotta keep it real.

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So it’s day 3

And I’m realizing just what I’m facing here. I have shit all for motivation, no desire to cook meals, and 5 minutes at a brisk walk on the treadmill leaves me winded. I wanna be a fucking shark, but I feel like a guppy. Is 5 minutes on the treadmill 5 time a day as effective as a 25 minute stint? I think not. But anything is better than nothing, right?

I want to call myself pathetic. I can feel the negativity trying to get in, trying to tell me that if it’s this hard to walk ten minutes (which I’ve finished, thank you), I’m never going to get anywhere. That it’s pathetic I can’t even walk ten minutes on a treadmill with a very slight incline without feeling tightness in my knee and back, 

What would really be pathetic, I have to remind myself, is to stop now. Is to let those negative thoughts win. Because if stop now, I’m just proving those negative thoughts right. And I’m tired of letting my negativity run my life.

Today, I walked for a total of 13 minutes and 46 seconds. Ten of those minutes were consistent. I almost made a half mile on my treadmill, and though it hurt and my body was tight, and I was winded and embarrassed because I feel like it shouldn’t hurt quite so bad, I’m also insanely proud of myself. I’m proud that I fought through the negativity, and forced myself to do something. I may have only walked for 13 minutes and less than a half mile, but it’s 13 minutes longer and a half mile further than I’ve walked in a long time, and it can only get easier from here.ds

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Mickey Meets World

Hey you! Good afternoon! You look fantastic, by the way.

After months of telling myself I was going to shaddup and do it.. .I’m shutting up and doing it. Welcome, one and all, to my very own progress blog. Read on for a brief introduction, warnings, and general miscellany.

My name is Mick. I’m 29 and sick of my life as it stands. I get up in the morning and I’m tired. I’m tired of the same 3 pairs of pants and 7 shirts I cycle through because I can’t find anything else that doesn’t make me feel like a blimp. I’m 5 foot nothin’ weigh 200 lbs, and have struggled with bulimia for 15+ years. This blog is my attempt to let out some of the pressure that’s been slowly building in me for years.

This is me:

Not the most attractive crayon in the box, but that’s what I’m here to do: lose the weight. 

There are HUNDREDS of fitness and weight loss blogs out there, so what’s different about mine, you might ask? I’m not writing this for anyone to read it. My goal here is not to tell my story, or sell you products, or convince you that crossfit is the second coming. My goal here is to express myself through words, the way I’ve neglected to do for years. And if you find me entertaining along the way, awesome.

So here’s what you’ll find in my blog: 

-Senseless rambling about how much I hate exercising.

-Excuses about why I can’t eat right.

-Records of binging and purging (because if i can’t hold myself accountable, who will) and how I try to avoid it. 

-Lots and lots of swear words.

-Persistence bordering on stubbornness. 

-Honesty about what I’m doing and why.

-More swear words.

This is a journal for me, and if people want to join me on the ride, so be it.