I'm Fucking Doing It!

I'm walking home from school everyday. Today was my third day.

I intend to lose at least 15 pounds in 4 months.

I'm giving myself this deadline so I can ask this girl to prom. I owe it to her and myself to lose a couple, just so I can make a charming case and so I can feel good about myself.

Don't think I'm one of those guys. "Dude, prom, I HAVE to go". This isn't about the sanctity of a high school tradition, this is about a girl I need to impress. I've known her for 4 years, she's a homie, but not once have I legitimately tried to pursue her. Maybe that's because of her Russian boyfriend. Well he's out of the picture, so I'm gonna make my move. Do or die nigga.

I currently weigh like 215-ish. I'm not FAT, by any means, but family friends do say, "boy you've filled out since I last saw you".

"Yeah, have I? Well you're a pussy bitch" then I break my wine glass in their face and take their wallet.


215 isn't a lot, and considering I'm like 6'2", most of the fat goes to my stomach, something I cover up with dress shirts, etc.

In freshman year I was depressed because my cock didn't work, and I just naturally lost weight. I don't know how I did it, but I envy those days...

I was UNDER 200 pounds back then. Well, now I just have to lose them pounds manually.

The walk itself is roughly 3.11 miles (says mapquest), but is relatively easy, until I have to walk up Castro. That hill is a mother fucker. That hill is a passive agressive ass shit that creeps up on you then gets in your face. I ran up that bitch today, showed him what's up.

I'm setting the bar low. 15 pounds, 4 months? easy. I can do better. I assume to lose 15 in like a months then just keep going with the program.