Final Week

So, its 5:34am and I can't sleep, can any of you guess why? That's right I am absolutely starving and I also can't seem to get out of my head that I didn't write my blog this week. It seems that when I am this crazy into the diet every little loose end needs to be tied up or I just can't seem to relax. So I figure now is as good a time as any to get my ass up and write you guys some nonsense about my week. As for the starving part, I already took about ten minutes staring into the fridge and realized god hasn't created any calorie free foods since yesterday and closed the door, I feel much better now....

Anyway, training is going as well as can be this week. I mean if you are doing everything correctly you can't expect to be lifting record numbers at this point. Actually if you are doing everything right you should just be happy to really get through the number of sets and reps you have set out for yourself. That's pretty much where I'm at. I get to the gym, take a deep breath and plow through set after set without thinking about it until I am done. If I stop to think I am finished, stopping means restarting again and at this point I can only get myself fired up once.

Cardio sessions are actually much better than I thought they would be. I have a StairMaster at home so I do my morning empty stomach cardio at the gym and I do my night cardio in my apartment. It works out well for me that way, they are only two thirty minute sessions since I was already in pretty good shape from the last show.

Food. What can I say about food, its the ultimate drug. I find myself sitting and daydreaming about foods I used to eat as a kid for some reason. I think my emotional attachment to food is unhealthy....ya think...lol. I was telling my girlfriend this story just the other day. As a child growing up with four siblings and a father who was a welder and a mom who was a stay at home mom, things were a little on the poor side. I mean don't get me wrong we always had everything we needed but never the extras that most kids have.
Growing up the only cereal in the house was Corn Flakes, no Reece Puffs, Fruit Loops, Cap'N'Crunch, none of that. So I used to add my own healthy dose of sugar to the Corn Flakes to make me feel like a kid...lol. Anyway one of my favorite things to do growing up was to fill like a big Salad bowl full of Corn Flakes, cover them in milk and sugar and then throw them in the fridge. I know, I know that's gross but Oh so good. Everything gets all soggy and the Corn Flakes soak up most of the milk. After about thirty minutes in the fridge its time to put in a good movie, watch a football game or whatever and just enjoy.
Point is I have come to realize that the Corn Flakes taste like shit but the point is I have been daydreaming about food so much I have even started dreaming about food all the way back in my childhood. I know, I need help...lol.

This last week is all about focus though and finishing up the last bits of work to make sure I look my best. I have already started to pack for my two weeks away and my hair and wax appointments are coming up. Oh yeah that should be fun, I'm getting my body waxed, don't worry its only gonna take about five hours...lol. I already asked the esthitician if she could stop in the middle so I could eat a meal...lol. As for my hair on head it shouldn't take too long to get through that part of things since most of it is slowly going away. I haven't decided how I am going to cut it yet but there isn't too many choices when its falling out faster than its growing so I will let the hair stylist do her thing and hope for the best.

I guess that's about all the rambling I have this week. I have cut my music, almost packed and have done all my homework. Now I just have to go write the test and see if I pass. The Olympia qualification has still be out of reach to date so I'm gonna see if I can make that happen this weekend. Be sure to watch as I think it will be web cast on Pro Bodybuilding Weekly. Okay its 6:00am now, I'm gonna go drink a ton of sugar free Kool-Aid and hope that gets me back to sleep!

Sacrifice Without Regret,
Fouad Abiad