Where the hell have I been? Well, I am sure you can tell by the picture above that we have a little bit of news to share. Yes, Abby is pregnant, and NO it was not planned. What you can also tell is that there is only one little baby in there, which is by far the most important aspect in all of this. Yes, I will be getting a vasectomy this year, and NO I will not enjoy it, but Yes it is time to shut down this baby producing team.
Let's be honest, it's all Heather's fault www.skyfitaz.com. If she didn't take this Pillsbury Dough Boy and shave 25 pounds of me, turning me into a one double chinned sex machine we wouldn't be in this predicament. But, you add sleeping babies together with a little weight loss, topped with some Oregon PinotNoir, and forget about it. It was baby making time. And, evidently we are good at making babies, because every time we have sex some more appear. So what does this all mean to DUNK? It means I better get my act together and drop this last 50 pounds before our condo is turned into a day care center.
Are we on target? Well, sort of, I guess. How is that for a convincing answer. I think I am definitely at the first hurdle, speed bump, caution sign, what have you. I am not losing as much weight as I need to and I suspect it is because I am eating too much bad food. Such is my plight as a cry baby who refuses to give anything up. Before we go further with the Charlie bashing, please know that I have kept up with my workouts and even added a weekly hoops game with my boys, which has been both extremely fun and sad. It's fun because all of my guy friends are together, running around, throwing behind the back passes to each other and having a great time. But, sad because this week I jumped as high as I could and only got to 9'6" which means I am at least 12-15 inches away from where I need to be to dunk a ball.
So you mix in my lack of strict dieting, with the news that Abby is pregnant and we need to buy a new house and move out of our little condo, you end up with a dude who doesn't write, which is not where you want to be when you are filming a documentary about changing your life and dunking a fricking basketball. I guess the real question is should I just quit and focus on the baby coming, and my selfish answer is NO. I can't quit. If I quit now it will be like every other thing I have done my entire life, which is quit when things get hard. I don't know if I will ever be a good dieter, but I certainly think I can hold my shit together for 7 months in order to finish this beast. So, let's see.
PS-next week I will hopefully have some news about some national press and maybe even a sponsor, and no the sponsor wouldn't be SPAM.