Another bigiggity

Boys are de-SATing a bit much. Hoping they settle over the next few days or things will get a bit stressful.

194.48 lbs. Up? Wtf? I think I have some Mr Whippy backing up. My boss noticed my saggy gut today. Hmmnn. Slight tenderness from Tues gyms session. Cardio? weak as piss. Weights? Ditto. Only way is up baby.

Armful o’ babies

Got an armful of little tackers tonight. Grizzly little buggers!

Morning weigh-in for me: 194.26 lbs

Boys: 1800 & 1500 grams each (ish)

Some light intro gym work and I am memorising an economics text book just for fun. I really don’t know why, cos I am not studying formally and it has little to do with my work. Maybe I am sick of politicians throwing economics in my face as a voter and not knowing how much they are bullshitting me.

I’m a daddy

17 days old, two boys. A bit premmie, but doing well and back (finally!) in our home town from the big smoke. I’ve been living out of a suitcase for the last few weeks and the missus and I have just moved back in tonight with the kids at the local hospital until they whack on some weight.

Which is, incidentally, the relevant to the purpose of this blog. Weight. I do not do well without routine and can say with no small disgust that the old weight is up to 198.22 lbs. Junk food, no cooking facilities, odd hours and bad sleep. The joys of being away from home.

Anyway, I don’t feel like moaning and will simply resume my grand plan to¬† live a healthy life and be the weight I want to be. From tonight it is good food again, home cooking and simpl & healthy meals. Back to work until the tackers come home from hospital, so gym and no carbs. I have some considerable work to do as I haven’t been this heavy since coming back from overseas and that is not good.

Regular updates to come.

Well, hospitals are fun.

I can’t believe two weeks have gone by since my last message. Anyway, Geelong wins the Grand Final and I miss the whole game ‘cos the wife is in the hospital. Still there and with her legs crossed. Boys are growing well and so am I, with nothing but junk food and chocolate to ease my loneliness and lack of routine.

193.82 lbs is not the direction I was hoping for. No one to blame.

I need rest and want Top Deck. I hate segregated chocolates. A joyous union of milk and white chocolate. Looks like Howard is going down and Downer is still a tranny.