Growing up as a kid I was really skinny. How skinny? While walking into a taco bell at the age of 13 some random dude on the steps went “Daaamn boy you betta get some meat on them bones! Get some meat on them bones boy!”
Yep, I was thin in my day. Then in sophomore year of high school I got busted drinking and the only place wasn’t grounded from was the gym. A few weeks into lifting and dieting and I was a full blown addict. I went from 5’10” 130 to 6’1” 192 in about a year. To say I went off the deep end is an understatement. For almost 3 years I ate the same meals 5 time a day 7 days a week with almost no variation. No sweets, so soda, no fried food, no alcohol, no desert, almost no saturated fats, and constant monitoring of calorie intake. I worked out 4 days a week and missed probably under 10 work outs in a 3 year span. I took protein, creatine, glutamine, if it was legal and could make me bigger I wanted it. Sure I was a little psycho with it all, but man I looked like I could whoop some ass. People at school would ask if I was the running back since “you look like you could run through a brick wall.”
Then I went to college and picked up poker and suddenly routine became impossible. Just college is hard enough with maintaining one, but throw in an addicting and time consuming game that also allows the possibility of making more money than I ever dreamed (Holy fucking shit dude! I just won a 30 dollar Sit n go for 150 dollars! I’m fucking rich!!!) and the obsessive work out routine and diet found itself forgotten.
Cut to 3 years later. After spending 5 months cooped up in an apartment in China with nothing to do but play poker, and 6 weeks in Vegas where according to Elvis even 64 hours a day isn’t enough time to get some sleep, let alone a work out in, and I look like shit.
Lucky for me I’ve got a pretty easy, non time consuming routine going and there’s a sizeable gym literally 3 buildings over. Before I started working out last week I stepped on their scale; 90 kilos. What the fuck is this kilos bullshit? Fucking Australians and their English systems of measurement.
One online conversion system look up later, I find out I am roughly 200 pounds. “We here at Google conversions regret to inform you that you are a fatass. Please lose some weight lardo, thank you.”
200 pounds, are you fucking kidding me? Even at my biggest in the bulking phases of the weight lifting I was 193, and my weight sat around 185 for most of that period. Two fucking hundred? This will not stand.
So that’s it. I’m gonna do it all over again. The 4 work outs a week. The bland and totally lacking in variety diet. Hell, I may even spend half an hour a night standing in front of the mirror yelling “Nobody likes you fatty!”
Don’t get me wrong people, if you are overweight but happy with yourself then all the power to you. However, for someone with my quantity of vanity and insecurity, it just isn’t a realistic life style choice.
Meanwhile, in the me not bitching about things area of life, I am running absurdly hot at poker. Two nights ago I played incredibly awful poker but still managed to get heads up in the Full Tilt winners choice and made a deal with phatcat where he just sends me $5000 and keeps the 12k in the package, plus the $600 I got for 2nd. However, to say I played bad that night is a great insult to people who play badly. So bad spectators were asking if I was Phil Gordons secret account. It was a disaster and although I got second I still considered stabbing myself in the stomach with a long sword afterwards to preserve honor. I ended up playing video games instead.
Then last night I played inspired poker and came back from a short stack to win the Full Tilt 50/50 for $9,555. In totality for the week I won 5 tournaments, ‘chopped one’, and made what I think turned out to be 15 final tables. Every day but one I felt like I played very well, and a coaching session with NoahSD where he pointed out some post flop leaks of mine really helped my deep stacked game. Coach Junglen is busy crushing live tournaments so I haven’t worked with him for a while, but the sessions I’ve done with both Adam and Noah have been enormously helpful.
In other news, the United States passed a law that requires that tournament scores within the United States in the amount of $5,000 or more will be subject to having 25% of the winnings immediately withheld for tax purposes. In response I would like to say; FUCK YOU UNITED STATES AND YOUR JESUS LOVING SODOMITE LEGISLATORS. Perhaps you think my anger stems out of the lost money I was going to embezzle through tax fraud. Your wrong though, as I’m way to lazy to go through the steps it would require to hide money and would much rather just pay my taxes as quickly and honestly as possible so I can go back to playing poker. My anger stems from the fact that 25% of the money that would have been spewed back into the poker economy by the donks who win a tournament is now going to be held in safe keeping by the “We know better than you for you” government. Awesome. Also, this creates several annoying problems in regards to backing deals, and god forbid you have a vicious downswing mid year and have a big chunk of your bankroll stuck in the bureaucratic system. Meanwhile, the government may get to collect interest on your money (possibly, I don’t know how/where it will be kept but I bet they get to make money) while you sleep in a cardboard box eating dog food wishing you’d been born a few hundred miles north in Canada.