Tex's thoughts.

I sit here, having a few old fashions and as of now 4 Czech Rebel Beers, pondering the new year.  I mean, have a happy new year?  This past year wasn’t so bad.  The only real bad spots were getting a mediocre 151 on my LSAT and moving Valena 4 hours(drive) away.  But how does one actively make a new year better or happier?  Try harder or try less?  Shouldn’t people be living like the best person they can possibly be?  

Regardless I think my mother made the best toast I ever heard for a new year, “Here is to making 2011 the best we can.” Says it all, really.  I can’t decide WHERE I go to law school, I can’t decide if my trolling of people works out for the best.  All I can do is hope is that I do my best and that everything works out for the best.  

So to anyone who reads this, make this the best 2011 you can possibly make it.  It may be better, it may be worse, but make DAMN sure that you make it yours.  

Also, I really miss my Dad.   

So I made a comment about my trip to Las Vegas last night.  My good friend Javi and his lady Amanda loved it, I simply stated I had fun and a good time but I wasn’t as enamored with the trip as much as my cohorts.  So the discussion started as to why, Vegas is effen awesome, why did I not have a super awesome time?  Thoughts were thrown out like was it to touristy? Did we not do enough “Vegas” things?  Was there not enough hooker play? Joking on that last one.  AIDS isn’t something I wanted out of this trip.

Well a new friend of mine asked me further, he is contemplating a trip to Las Vegas and I guess got intrigued by my not perfect review of the city.  I told him what sort of made the trip less enjoyable was that it felt like we were on a time table more often then not.  It felt a lot like, well now we have to do this and this then we do this and that.  So I told him if he is going to plan anything, plan on a show and your meals.  If you make plans it feels rigid.

Honestly, I feel like I missed out on something.  Something was missing from the trip that would have made it epic, and I think that one thing would have happened on Thursday, thanks LAX.  What did make my trip fun was the people I was with and the activities that were fun.  But something was missing, and I hope I find it next time we go, because we will go again.

So I am back, and decided against doing a blog a day.  It seems a bit much.  So here are some thoughts.  Vegas is REAL good and making your remember “Don’t trust anybody”.  Security guards all over the place really bring you back down, regardless of how much O2 is getting pumped into you.  Speaking of O2, there are just as much bars for O2 than there are regular bars, it’s crazy. 

The days were pretty uneventful, we did tons of touristy shit and that was what it was.  I would have liked to gamble and drink more, but unforeseen circumstances pretty much ruined that.  Now I am not saying it wasn’t cool seeing the wax museum, but I will be damned if I didn’t want to punch Valena in the ovaries for taking no less than 3 pictures of everything.   

The hookers in Vegas are REALLY good looking.  But if you need replant, take your girlfriend/wife because they avoided me like the plague.  But Tex being Tex HAD to interact with at least one.  So while we walked by a group of two of them, they hand out at busy areas around slot machines, I laid down the swagger saying something along the lines of “How are you ladies doing?”  The girlfriend thought it was funny.  I think.

If you’re going to play craps, make sure you scope the table out for dudes who suck so you can leave the table.  I entered a table and was up a good amount of money, till a dude rolled a 3, 12, 3, then a 7 after a initial roll of 6.  FUCK THAT GUY. 

Hello all.  So lets get to the point.  I was never really conscious of my appearance, not until I got a level I was comfortable with 4 years ago.  That’s right I was once trim, fit, had muscle definition.  All that goodness.  Till I got lazy.  I got overweight and didn’t seem to notice.  So I started working out last summer using things I had picked up along the way to get fit.  I weighed myself one day and found I was over 270 Lbs.  270 Lbs?  Are you kidding me? So I kicked up with circuit training and got visibly smaller.  In fact the way I looked at Joe Con with the awesome dio was AFTER I lost weight.  So anyway I started my love affair with my bike after the con, and it was great.  Then it got rainy and cold.  It’s Texas so my winter cycling gear consist of one pair of arm warmers.  I got a indoor trainer and was knocking out 10-17 miles when I used it.  I was losing weight.  HOORAY!

Then I hit it, the wall.  I wasn’t losing any inches, at this point I wasn’t weighing myself, so I got frustrated.   So I went to a sporting goods store and bought two 15 Lb. weights, a 25 Lb plate, a jump rope, and an 8 Lb medicine ball.  This would be my gym for a month and a half.  I got a dumbbell work out out of Men’s Fitness(great mag I recommend it), and was doing pretty intense core work outs.  After this the next logical step was going TO the gym.  I found this workout: http://www.mensfitness.com/ylw/fitness/workout_routines/574. It was PERFECT, I was gaining strength and losing inches.  I weighed myself once a week, since a scale was available, and was down to 250+.  Sweet, I lost 20 pounds since last summer.  Then my mom started weight watchers and I lost another 10.  I was down to around 245.  AWESOME.  So then my mom sees P90X for sale on QVC, she is addicted to QVC by the way.

So she buys it, I am hesitant to tell her to, but I figured anything is better than nothing right?  After two weeks of P90X I am down to 233, and a 41” waist.  I was at a 48” in november/december.  The workouts are solid, and diet is a little hard to follow as it involves a lot of cooking, but it pays off.  About the diet, it has no “fad” in it.  You eat fruits, veggies, meats, breads, and all that good stuff.  Just no treats like Coke and triple chocolate cakes.  It works. 

Note:  My mom twisted her ankle doing the plyometrics while I typed this. She is ok, but pissed because she was making some real gains, or loses as it were.