Weekly Weigh-In 245 lbs. Given the week that I’ve had, this is actually kind of amazing. It’s been a week best summed up by Bill the Cat. If you’re too young to immediately get this pop culture reference, do yourself a favor and click the link. Details Mode It was a high rep/low weight week.… Continue reading Progress Log: Week 12
Author: Jonah Sheridan Fenn
Nerd herder, word wrangler, working on the next chapter...
nightfall
shadows stretch, longingly, eastward, to flee a malevolent, setting sun, impossible though, pinioned to the ground as they are, by our feet, planted firmly to the concrete. we speak of meaningless things, while daytime spins to twilight, carries us, piggyback, into a pyrotechnic sunset and star shower afterimages. i’m sinking my voice rumbles, a steam… Continue reading nightfall
Rantastic Gym Stories: Texty McTexterface
I entered the gym today feeling excited about my workout. It’s the fourth and last gym day of the week, my circuit training day. This is something that I’ve added into my regular weekly routine recently and it’s been a real nice change of pace. The thing about circuit training is that you have to… Continue reading Rantastic Gym Stories: Texty McTexterface
Progress Log: Week 11
Weekly Weigh-In 246 lbs. I’m glad to see that number starting to drop again. That makes 7 pounds in 11 weeks. In my photo over there, I’m actually wearing a smaller pair of sweats than what I’ve been wearing for the past couple of years. Not gonna lie, I’m eager to dig into my smaller… Continue reading Progress Log: Week 11
A Taste of Antiquum
I know the place is right when Michael Kiwanuka’s “Love and Hate” comes on in the background. Sitting here in the Antiquum Farm cottage, I look through the French doors that open onto the attractive stone patio at the front of the building and see my fiancé there with two of her favorite ladies. I’m… Continue reading A Taste of Antiquum
bite
perhaps the skyline sparked my mind more than anything. jagged teeth, brightly pockmarked, with tiny, innumerable cavities, ripped into the night with no mercy. forget the twisted iron veins of Newark railways and the canal arteries clogged by tugboats turning profits, churning tiny whitecaps from their blunted prows. those brilliant parasitic lights will forever bite… Continue reading bite
Progress Log: Week 10
Weekly Weigh-In 247 lbs. I haven’t dropped, which can be disheartening, so did a side-by-side below that shows me that I actually am making progress. I realized this week that I’ve been kind of dumb about my weigh-in day. I’ve been weighing in on the first day of each weekly cycle. This is kind of… Continue reading Progress Log: Week 10
sandwoman dreams
there could never be a time i cherish more with you than those few drowsy moments that rest between us as we slip into sleep not even the sunrise that illuminates the edges of your sleep-tousled hair in a brilliant pink halo or the breathtaking dawn of your smile can compare to the meltdown of… Continue reading sandwoman dreams
Progress Log: Week 09
Weekly Weigh-In It wasn’t the best week, folks. I weighed in at a happy 247, which was a good start to the week as I had dropped another pound (surprisingly). Unfortunately, between snow days, pay day Chinese food, and a Saturday filled with some much needed friend time that included donuts at the first stop… Continue reading Progress Log: Week 09
stormfront
the view is barely clear from depoe bay today as i lean precariously against cyclone screened rails hurling popcorn at seagull squalls sweet buttered and salted they float for a second against a belligerent headwind, to explode, freed finally, like fragmented ideas in a schizophrenic mind, only to be snatched mid-air in a feeding frenzy… Continue reading stormfront