
Originally Posted by
Jazz Kazuko
(March 16th, 2009) Starting Weight – 310 lbs
(April 13th, 2009) 4th Week Weight – 278 lbs
(April 20th, 2009) 5th Week Weight - 273 lbs
(April 27th, 2009) 6th Week Weight - 269 lbs
(May 4th, 2009) 7th Week Weight - 265 lbs
(May 11th, 2009) 8th Week Weight - 260 lbs
8th Week Loss - 5 lbs
Total Weight Loss - 50 lbs
I am a better man. Or at least I would hope so from the transformation. 50 lbs in two month, the idea itself scares the crap out of me. But I guess my scale is telling the truth as I weighted myself at the supermarket’s free weight-machine and got the surprisingly identical numbers.
Even though I feel great, have more energy, and able to move without expending a hefty sigh, nobody has yet to compliment me on my new body.
Well, nobody until this weekend . . . . by Jason’s girlfriend, or also known as the black-banshee. It happened quietly. I was taking care of my usual business as I strolled into the kitchen, fixing up my usual healthy shit. While I passed by the living room, I found Jason being tortured in front of the tube to a movie called The Wedding Date. (Mwahahahahaha squirm you poor bastard.)
So I fixed up some bean salad and a nice helping of tofu and green sprouts, made my way outside to the table and begun to dig in. Little to my knowledge, the black banshee was beaming over my shoulders and gagging at my food.
Buzz off; don’t you know it’s rude to stare at people when they eat? I hated when puppies do it and I can assure you that I will treat you the same way as I would to one of your fellow canine relatives: with a good kick.
“Jeez, Jet Lee, what’s with all this stuff you’re eating?”
I swear if I were ever left alone in a room with this woman: Pow! Right in the kisser!
(I’m just kidding, I don’t have violent tendencies . . . .)
Yes, she just compared me to the chinese midget that’s as annoying to listen to as to watch. Apparently, to the banshee, evaluating me with some pathetic movie star was cute to her. I had the urge of calling her Joan Rivers since her overly stretched mule face reminded me of the actress. Nevertheless, I had to resist my temptation. After all, I live with her poor choice of a boyfriend. And being a soul believer of feng shui, I did like to keep my surroundings harmonized.
So, I heaved, and turned to her curiosity in which I welcomed her to the knowledge of my diet. For some oddball reason, she seemed intrigued. Patting me on my shoulders, the girl congratulated me on my weight loss. I meeped. What’s this? Friendliness from the banshee? Geeez, and here I was, thinking of ripping her face off.
It was then, Jason got jealous and barked. “It’s only a phase, he’ll ripe up again by july.”
. . . . .
Bastard.