Week 13 2026
Auuughh Jesus Christ, I don't feel like writing all too much today
I'm going to share with you the disgusting parts of my life this week, feel free to skip this part if you don't enjoy my fucked up banter.
I've been shitting out blood for the past two days
Yeah, I know it's not funny, cause it isn't
All of this fucking protein talk between Kathleen and me, sheesh. I've been eating the same ass air-fried chicken breast for like three weeks in a row. THREE FUCKING WEEKS OF THE SAME MEAL PREP. Brine chicken over night for 24 hours with a stupid amount of kosher salt. Dry rub the brined chicken with Kinder's Lemon Pepper seasoning from Costco, make sure its enough to give you high blood pressure. Marinate for an hour. Set the air fryer at 375 degrees, place two chicken breast (approximately 400 grams) into the fryer and fry for 20 minutes, flipping once half way. Let the chicken rest for 10 minutes before cutting/serving. Meal prep will be 150-160 grams of sliced chicken breast every night for dinner for the rest of your life because protein. Everything is protein. EVERYTHING IS PROTEIN.
With so much fucking protein its so important that you cant forget fiber. Go to grocery outlet, buy some questionable quality broccoli but buy it because its cheaper than anywhere else. Cut that bitch up and steam the florets and stems for no more than 6 minutes. Add oyster sauce and maybe some garlic oil...but garlic oil makes you burp and gives you gas. Fuck. Add 80-100 grams into every meal prep cause FIBER. FIBER IS EVERYTHING
Alright alright I'm rambling, all I can say is this fucking lifestyle is too much protein for my butthole and it's now been coughing out blood and I'm harvesting bloody dingleberries that are staining my boxers
Sunday night: Spinach, napa cabbage, kabocha squash, enoki mushrooms, sliced beef, throw all that shit into a hotpot and make it into slop to treat your asshole with kindness.
I should probably see a doctor
Some small realizations this week.
I still don't realize the extent on how hard and unkind I treat myself.
I tend to get really disappointed when things in my life don't 'feel' like they're progressing fast enough. And when things don't progress quickly enough, it really lowers my morale and I end up quitting what I'm trying. This has happened in so many hobbies or interests I've picked up along the years. A big thing I need to work on is how to be patient with myself and acknowledge the little steps I've accomplished along the way. Progress is progress, I shouldn't discredit minor or subtle improvements, after all, improvements are indeed improvements.
I was pretty diligent and productive all week. My fitness routine was maintained, kept costs down to a minimum, wrote in my planner, had plenty of social engagement for the week, it has been refreshing compared to the rest of the month and I'm grateful for time spent.
Random photos from this week
