Realized the Frank Burns inside me. Sadly, this didn't come to full fruition until the end of season 5.
Also, sadly, he leaves at the end of season 5. Season 6, enter Charles Emerson Winchester III.
I do not like this man. I'm now just watching it to finish. Not a fan of B.J., either. I prefer the first 3 seasons, with Henry, and they all messed around with the nurses, and drank homemade gin, and Radar peeked into the girl's shower on a daily basis...
And Frank and Hot Lips were still together. Sadness...
It's Friday night, hanging out here in my room listening to Getting Doug with High whilst I give blogger some love. I'm not going to stay up too late tonight, I want to eat a kickass breakfast, then go workout in an abandoned Planet Fitness. Then I will bake a few fish afterwards. I'm down to almost 170, but I still want to keep some bulk. I have no problem weighing 190ish, if there is no fat in there. First I need to kill those last few pockets of resistance. Then pound, pound, pound some protein.
I want to get huge this time. Later, when I'm pleased with the mirror again, I will post some 2006 body pics with some soon pics. I was super fit, but too tight. I want to be more imposing this time. I always had pretty big arms, but I'm also doing serious leg work on a daily basis. Squats, hip sled.
I love it, but I've also been sick pretty much the last 3 weeks. I still ran a mile today, and my muscles actually healed up nicely, yet retained the ability to lift the weights I could before the break.
I do eat very healthy, but smarter this time. Getting the right fats, knowing what I actually really need instead of just alot of spinach and somewhat eating sparsely at times. I make myself eat some of the stuff I have to, but the results are worth it.
It's also nice to not feel like shit all the time. And it's more economical for weed...
Better lungs.
Gotta think, fool.
