Highlights of my Day... Monday, September 21

1. Early morning weight training proved to be a great way to start my week when I creamed my goal on the treadmill… sweet!!!

2. Only had one class today and it was a speaking class that actually speaks. Go figure… a speaking class in which the students actually talk, and talk in English! Ya… it’s only Monday and I’m already off to an overly sarcastic start.

3. One of the benefits of being a professional boxer is the royalties I get from being considered a somewhat local celebrity. And by royalties I’m not referring to the obvious ones my sponsors send my way but the little things, the more discrete and random acts of sweetness various locals throw my way. The cute older pharmacist down the street occasionally sneaks me free stuff, like band aids and aloe cream. The dairy lady who walks around downtown with her cart, selling various dairy drinks, occasionally stops me to ask about boxing and is almost always sure to send me back on my way with a small carton of milk. Then there’s the fruit man I use to religiously say hi and bye to every time I went to train. He use to stop me every so often and hand me a free apple. Lately I’ve scored another royalty, yogurt. The man that runs one of the local eye glasses shops usually stops me on route to boxing once a week and hands me a drinking yogurt.

4. Got butchered at boxing today, seriously. I did the mistake of shooting my mouth off and saying that I had to get going because I had plans. Junior Mint hates it when anything but our passion for boxing is driving us at training and so he hates any kind of restrictions, like time limits or whatnot. So me saying I had to leave in 30 minutes meant he held me back by making me do extra rounds and so my 30 minutes left to training turned into an extra hour.

5. I had a double-date dinner with Panty Boy Jr. and his girlfriend for 6pm but that got pushed back cause of training.

6. I knew as soon as Snickers said we were going to a buffet that I wouldn’t be a fan of whatever restaurant we’d be ending up at. I don’t really care for buffets because I can’t eat $20 worth of food and whenever I think of the word “buffet” I think sneezing people and their little kids with their dirty hands pawing at all the food. Sure enough, we ended up at a buffet restaurant that presented to all an insane and retarded amount of food and sure enough there were sneezing people and little kids pawing at everything. It was a seafood place and even though I do like seafood, there’s something about excessive amounts of it that turn me off. I mean, a seafood buffet is a health hazard waiting to happen and I’m talking about hazards beyond the sneezing people with the pawing kids. I’m talking about mounds of food that have to be quickly cooked but risk not being properly cooked, for whatever reasons.

7. Regardless, Snickers and Panty Boy Jr. were loving the seafood buffet. I thought about taking pictures but the sight of all those plates piling up beside Snickers just grossed me out.

8. No sooner did we arrive back at Guum Ggum but Snickers and I started to assume the fetal position. Just like I had imagined, something we had ate was sending our tummies on an unexpected roller coaster and so then it was a fight to see who’d score the thrown first.

9. I never was a fan of the television but Snickers and I have become somewhat hooked on a couple of shows and, laugh as you may, they include “The Biggest Loser”, “Style Her Famous”, and “Instant Beauty Pagant”… hahaha.

10. Our famous show definitely is “The Biggest Loser” but we have one question, if the show is about losing weight than why in the world would they pick overweight hosts to host the show? Snickers joked and said that they should make the host a contestant… hahaha.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Wouldn't a qualification to host a diet show be that you have to be fit?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
In order to change we must be sick and tired of being sick and tired.
--Author Unknown