Showing posts with label biggie smalls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label biggie smalls. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

My Juiciest Post Ever!


I'm sorry, Biggie Smalls

Yeah, this post is dedicated to all the people that told me 
I'd never lose the weight, to all the people that thought my blog was silly or stupid (especially my daughter Pisa), 
And all the bloggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin’?



Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

I used to love ice cream.
Liked to eat warmed-up taco supreme.
Salt ‘n peppered and chewed it up like a wolverine.

Makin’ pizza rolls disappear.
Every Saturday chip attack, fast food, drinkin’ beer.
I ate a cheddar block ‘til my belt popped.
Chewin’ pie and eatin’ Thai, sippin' on Shiner Bock. 

Way back, when I was the big-and-fat plumper Jack.

Was too fat to scratch.
Remember feelin’ I was done, couldn’t turn it on.
I never thought that I’d let my body get so far gone.
There I was in the spotlight with my pants tight.
Feelin’ so low, like a couple levels ‘neath the cellar floor.
Body abuser, the opposite of a loser.
Back then I didn’t much think about my future.

Thanks to MizFit, Monica at runeatrepeat,
Katy Widrick, Bombshell and No Meat Athlete, 

I’m slimmin’ up like I dreamed I would. 

Exercising and eating like I should. 

It’s all good. 


Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, you know…

 



You never know just how good health can feel.
Being fit makes you happy, not a Happy Meal.
It’s time to go, time to get it in gear
‘Cause you can do this thing, it’s gonna be your year.


I made the change from a lard-ass punk.
Like Earth, Wind & Fire, was livin’ in a funk.
Now I’m closer to goal, workin’ out every day.

Blog and tweet, that’s the Jack Sh*t way.
Yeah, sometimes I still get the hungries,

But wanna fit into my dungarees.
Now I write posts ‘cause I’m compelled to.

I never thought I could be healthy, free of this belly.

I found new ways and new goals to propel me.

Now I’m on it like almond butter on melba toast.
Writing about my progress on another blog post.
Eatin’ better, exercisin’ And joggin’.
If you’re around, come hear me speak at Fitbloggin’.
Livin’ life with new purpose,
The ringmaster of my own 3-ring health circus.

Lunches, crunches, stubborn as a mule.
Considered a fool ‘cause I break every blogging rule.

Committed to this course til’ I’m dead or even deader,

And I’ve never felt better.


Uh... and if you don't know, now you know, you know



You never know just how good health can feel.
Being fit makes you happy, not a Happy Meal.
It’s time to go, time to get it in gear
‘Cause you can do this thing, it’s gonna be your year.


New running shoes, a C25K veteran.
Run miles and miles at a time? You bet I can.
Fifty leg lifts, sixty-minute spinnin’ class.
Smaller jeans, I’m wearing on my thinnin’ ass.
I may never have a six-pack, dawg,
But I’m still kickin’ ass on my Sh*t Jack blog.
And all my friends are losing.
Weighin’ less every day, less body abusing.
Thinkin’ back when I was outta control.
Workin’ the shovel, trying to dig myself outta of a hole.
But now I can look in a mirror and not grimace.
Smile every time I think of myself and my fitness.
Now I’m working to improve every part of my life.
Be a better husband to Anita, my wife.
It’s a new day, bid-fat-adieu day.
Funny when you look, you can find yourself a new way.
And damn right I like my physique more fit.
Don’t know that, you don’t know Jack Sh*t.
And it’s all…

(It’s all good).

... and if you don't know, now you know, you know

Uh, uh... and if you don't know, now you know, you know

Uh... and if you don't know, now you know, you know

Representin' Blog-Town in the house, Junior Mints, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight baybeh baybeh



Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I’m Sorry, Biggie Smalls



To all the fatties in the place with double-chins on their face,
Allow me to bust up this quiet with a little riot ‘bout my diet.
Who rocks grooves and makes moves ‘bout weight-loss issues?
The back of the club, sippin Fuze, I’m back here hollerin’.
The back of the blog, makin posts, my crew's all followin’.
Mad question askin’, advice passin’, big-ass sassin’.
But I just can't quit
Because no matter what I’m sayin’, Jackie gots another weigh-in
That’s right, post it on the sidebar–why not?
Put it up there even if I didn’t lose squat.
Now check it, I got more hair than Anti-Jared and as for posts,
Believe me, Sweetie, I write these posts double-speedy.
No need to be greedy, I got no friends at Google AdSense.
But got lots of pals that’re writers, true f*ckin’ dieters.
Jump in a browser and say wowser
Tell your friends to visit Jackie, for a little weird and wacky.

I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
Leave a comment under there, if youse a weight-loss playa.
I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
To the fatties writin’ posties from the East to West coasties.
I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
If you got a donut up in your waist, please don't visit this space.
Cause I see some visitors tonight who shouldn’t be stuffin’ they faces,
May-bee.

Straight up homie, really I'm askin’.
Most of these bloggers think they be amusin’ while they be losin’.
Who they foolin’ with that vow, "I’m really gonna lose it now"?
Soon as they make that pledge, I just know they’re on the edge.
I ask what your weight goals are, "Who you kidding"?
Things to make you think, acts to help you shrink.
We gon' be here for a while, ain’t no reason we can’t smile.
So tell you what I’m gonna do
We can rendezvou after I review a blog or two.
Visit blogs of peeps that I believe in, like Lil’ Stephen.
Read a bit, comment some sh*t, word veri then hit “submit.”
Lunchtime on the way to the deli to fill my belly.
A veggie wrap, fuji apple and extra large diet Snapple.
Masticate for a few, cause in a few, I gon' do
What I got to do: exercise, ain’t that right, Boo? (truuuueee)
Forget the deli, I just go to the gym
and get metaphysical on the elliptical while my PT’s all critical.

I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
Leave a comment under there, if youse a weight-loss playa.
I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
To the fatties writin’ posties from the East to West coasties.
I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
If you got a donut up in your waist, please don't visit this space.
Cause I see some visitors tonight who shouldn’t be stuffin’ they faces,
May-bee.

How ya livin Jackie Sh*tz? In a weight-loss blitz
Writin poemies fo my homies, and it feels stupendous.
Tremendous dream, f*ck the donuts and ice cream (whaat)
Still hitting the weights with exercise extreme.
Smoothie a day, fulla fruit an' Protein Whey.
Recipes and smaller clothes, all a weight-loss blogga knows.
Easy to measure, whatever.
I’ve found buried treasure, the scale providin’ pleasure.
Yeah, living better now, smaller sweater now.
Regular BM's–I'm the man, girlfriend.
Honey check it, (check it)
Tell your friends, to get with my friends
And we can be friends.
Sh*t, we can do this every day.
Aight? Is that aight with you?
Yeah... keep bloggin’.

I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
Leave a comment under there, if youse a weight-loss playa.
I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
To the fatties writin’ posties from the East to West coasties.
I love it when you call me Big Blogga.
If you got a donut up in your waist, please don't visit this space.
Cause I see some visitors tonight who shouldn’t be stuffin’ they faces,
May-bee.


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