…I am currently sucking down a Peanut Butter Split smoothie with spinach, almond milk and hemp protein from Juice Generation. It’s de-fucking-licious. Definitely deserved a fuck in there… Had my second-to-last workout this morning before my BIG COMPETITION. Yeah, buddy.
I am ready. I am ready. I am ready. I am ready. I am ready. I am ready. I am ready.
I AM IRON. I AM IRON. I AM IRON. I AM IRON.I AM IRON. I AM IRON.I AM IRON. I AM IRON.
I woke up tired, a crabby 3 and an emo 6, on a scale of 1-10. The dot is on it’s way.
This also means that I am retaining more water, which sucks a bouquet of dicks, because I gotta make weight. I’m living on the edge over here at a whopping 124 LBs. (125 is cap!). Depending on where I settle Friday, I might have to make like Channing Tatum in Foxcatcher, and spend my day sweating bullets, sipping lemon water, and eating steamed kale. Ugh. Let’s hope I’m good.
You didn’t think I forgot to take stupid selfies now did you?
Don’t mind my bloodshot eyes and red nose. This negative degree business is a one-way ticket to looking hot as fuck…I think everyone over here would agree.
Look! I have a mini nugget pony tail! Yay!
Now. Toke on this to get yo mind right…
Peace Babies. Muah xx.