FknBucky

Bringing Sexy Back!

It’s been a crazy busy month because, well, I work for a living.  If you are reading this and haven’t blocked all contact from Fknbucky my guess is you do as well.  So pat yourself on the back and say congratulations, you’re not a piece of shit.  Ha ha, just kidding you suck.  Don’t fret there is hope for you, just as there is hope for me.

I’m not going to apply for my food stamps just yet, but I am going to put myself out there.  Over the last couple years I have spent a lot of time working, traveling, and well paying very little attention to my own personal health.  It has become painfully obvious that I need to change some habits and get my fat ass into shape.  Although part of me still thinks fuck it.  I mean with Obamacare about to make you pay for my shitty lifestyle why should I spend money on a gym membership, healthy food, and education tools to learn a better diet plan.

Here’s the answer.  I do it because I don’t want to feel like shit all the time with no energy.  Plus the fact I traded a life of marriage for one of banging hot chicks, it helps when I’m not fat as fuck. Personality will only get you to second base, for the happy time, you need to have a great smile without a double chin.  Ha ha.  Sorry Mom, I know you read this and I’m just kidding.  I can’t wait to find some beautiful woman to tell me I’m wrong all the time and take half my shit.

So pony up dipshit.  You have out of shape, lazy, don’t give a fuck people to start taking care of because Obama said it is their right to have healthcare you will pay for.  Maybe they can make a sliding scale like when you get a public defender.  The more you make, the more they force you to pay for services.  Maybe with the healthcare, the more you weigh, the more you PAY.  It’s a crock of crap.

So back the point.  I want to sleep with Jessica Alba, and Mom if that happens I’ll marry her and take half her shit.  The world is made of compromise. If only congress and the president could think like me. Imagine that world.  For starters I wouldn’t let some assholes kill one of my ambassadors, but we aren’t going to go there today.  Today is about a journey.  I’m going write about my lifestyle and see if I can lose some weight and get my body fat down.

I’m doing this for myself because I’m a selfish asshole and I’m not worried about what you think.  Putting this down on paper makes it that much harder for me to cheat.  I also hope to inspire someone else that wants to take the necessary steps of becoming healthier.  As someone that is paralyzed from the chest down I’ve got a couple extra challenges, but that is what makes life interesting.  Realizing what your problems are and then solving them, learning the lessons they give you, and not repeating the same mistakes again.

I imagine this won’t be easy, but then again nothing worth having comes easy.  Except for strippers.  Oh man my Mom is going to kill me.  So who’s to say you can’t have a little fun, write a fucked up blog and get healthy.  Look I don’t fault anyone for anything they do.  Well that is a load of bullshit I’m always judging people, but my Mom taught to only talk about them when they aren’t around.  Just kidding I’ll gladly tell you what I really think, all you have to do is ask.  So once again if you choose to live like shit, more power to you!

I’m making a promise to myself today to make a difference and document it.  Don’t make fun of my pudgy picture!

Fknbucky