New Year’s Gym Etiquette

So, welcome to 2018, everyone! Listen, we’ve all been blessed to see another year, so we need to make sure that we take full advantage, son. With that being said, let’s briefly talk about New Year’s Resolutions, man. Now, when it comes to making a change in a new year, “getting in shape” is always high on people’s lists, fam. I mean, it’s understandable because folks feel like they have all 365 days to better themselves. In any case, I have a quick message for all of the newbies who shall be in the gym this month: get the fuckity-fuck out of my way!

Ok, I know this post may cause me to seem uppity and pretentious. In addition, I’m only like 6 months into my fitness journey, so I probably shouldn’t be judging anyone. However; fuck all of that, bruh! Real talk, if today is someone’s first day in the gym, I’ve got dibs on the dumbbells, son! Shit, if I need that 40-pound dumbbell, I might slap it out of a newbie’s hand, man! Yeah, that person can wait, fam! On the real, folks should let the regulars get their workouts done before they start commandeering equipment. All in all, that should be the price of admission, people!

In the end, I’m all for self-improvement, son. However; I ain’t allowing cats to just hog up all of the space, man. Ultimately, I might have to be Deebo at all local NYSC‘s, fam. By and by, if someone asks me for a weight, don’t be surprised if I ask “what weight” and uppercut ’em. That is all. Happy New Year and LC out!


Operation Get Up Off My A*s

Keeping it a buck, I’m already regretting this post as I write it, son. In any case, today is a new day for me, man. As of right now, I’ve decided to make a looooong overdue lifestyle change. Basically, it’s about time that I get my ass back in shape, fam. All I know is, I moved up in age yesterday and I should be doing better with my health. With that being said, this is the beginning of my road back to flyness, bruh. Here we go!

Now, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t keep it all the way real. So, anyone who knows me knows that I’m married and a father of two. Anyway, I was in decent shape when I only had one kid. However; when my second youngin popped up, I fell allllllll the way off, son. For example, when my second child was born in 2014, I was 6’3″ and 220 pounds. Fast forward to 2016, I somehow ballooned to 265. Yeah, I know, son. I know.

Moving on, as I write this, I’ve already made it back down to 245. However; I still have a long way to go, son. On the real, food is my problem, man. I mean, I LOVE terrible food, fam. By and by, I’ve always been able to get away with my eating habits because I was an athlete growing up. But, once that adult life started to kick in, I no longer had the cheat code, bruh. I was able to skate by through most of my 20s, but I hit the wall in 2014.

So, here we are, fam. I’m finally getting back in the gym and doing what I need to do. Shout-out to my brother Kofi Ofori-Ansah and SOTBG for hitting me up with a program. From this point on, I’ll be giving updates on how all of this shit is going, y’all. Here goes nothing, fam!

In the end, if anyone else is on a “Get Up Off My Ass” type of journey, feel free to share any progress. On the real, that could definitely help keep me motivated, son. Let’s keep the proceedings proceeding, man. LC out.