Recovering from Slump

My Grandpa died July 18th, 2011. I was totally devastated coz I live in my grandpa's house. I've always been a Grandpa's kid too. My dad left us when I was still a baby. I'm 100% sure that I'd turn gay if I didn't have my grandpa as a father figure.

I've never really lost a loved one at home so I'm still trying to adjust from it.

I haven't done any working out at all and I really should be doing something now. I try to do some heavy housework to compensate for lack of exercise. I simply couldn't concentrate right now. I'm getting better though and whenever I visit grandpa's grave, I feel better.

I think I can start working out again tomorrow.


We have a swimming party on Friday, I should look good. ^_^

On the other side, grandpa died at age 89. When he was in the ICU and I was holding his arms, his muscles where really hard. Grandpa always had an active lifestyle. He kept climbing our guava tree taking 'em and gave all our neighbors bags full of the fruit. He went out everyday with his bike and went home with something to thinker. He was a carpenter anyway.

Shame on me for being so inactive. I should adapt his lifestyle.

To my grandpa...




May you rest in peace.

A New Beginning

A couple of days I go I watched the movie "Diaries of a Wimpy Kid." I like the movie because it reminds me of myself years ago. I was totally unpopular among the girls and a simple smile from a crush was all it took for me to be happy. I never had the opportunity to talk to girls because I was afraid no one would even reply. I mean, who would even notice a wimpy kid like me. 

I blame my wimpiness from being so skinny. Any guy could bully me. I went to a public high school where every other person should be tough... Including girls. Bullies were everywhere. The first targets of bullies are always the skinny ones. Bullies thought twice when facing fat kids. Fat kids, when provoked, fight back and they do pack a punch. Skinny kids, punch weaker than girls. 

So yes. I can't blame bullies for choosing us weak kids.

My world changed when I saw this girl see. She wasn't the prettiest girl in school. I wasn't stupid enough to make a move on the prettiest. People would've clobbered me if I did that. People will clobber me even if they just had the slightest hint that I liked it. 

I wanted to get laid too. So all it did was a push of my manly hormones and there it was. I started working out. I kept joining other guys working out. If someone did 100 pushups in school, I'd try to go for 110. I did say “try” right? Coz I only managed to 90 reps. My point is, I strived. I did my best to become a better person. I hated being pushed. I hated being a wimp. I hated myself and I loved what I could become.

That was the start of my journey and The Muscle Diary will be my guide.

My journey to fitness.