I'll take you down, I'll take you down

I may not make it to Friday. My plan is to work out every day this week and completely follow my 1350 calorie limit. And there's no logical reason that I shouldn't be able to do this - but we shall see. I always wonder when I get to the point where "I have to stop", if it's really at that point or if I'm just lazy. I suppose I could test this by pushing myself until I throw up or fall over or something. Could be fun.

Some interesting things happened tonight during my training:

1. My ass was kicked during two rounds of mitts in the ring. Yes, it seems that in focusing on boxing and skipping my runs, my stamina has gone down (though I'd like to pretend it's just the suffocating summer heat). 

2. I jabbed so hard I broke the skin (just a little) on my left knuckle.

3. The cleaning guy told me that I'm losing weight (I think he just knows the right thing to say to the girls). 

4. One of the trainers told me he wants me to train for the Gloves again (only if he gets to be in my corner)

5. John told me not to listen to the other trainers who want me to throw big right overhands or hooks, and just focus on jabs and rights. (whatever you say, John). 

I'm going to sleep now.