Combat athletes worry about their weight more than obese junior high-school girls. I started the year off at 165 pounds, and I need to cut down to 152 within the next 6-8 weeks. I am hungry a lot, and you should keep your fingers and hands away from my mouth for safety. Tasty little morsels that they are...
I find myself wishing pain and misery on whatever boxing council member decided that weight classes should be 13 pounds apart. That's just stupid.
"I'll take a ribeye steak please, with potato salad and one of those IPA's you got on draft." No, not really. I was just dreaming...and wishing...and hoping. And now I got that song stuck in my head. I find myself wondering if cutting my hair with a #1 guard instead of a #2 guard would take off a pound. I scratch the idea when the dumb realization comes to me that hair just doesn't weigh that much. Damn It. It's ok to say "damn," by the way, for those of you who happened to notice my "cut back on swearing" resolution. Because its both warranted and justified here.
