Broken, beat, and Scarred

Lingering illness, a persistent staph infection, no jiu-jitsu, limited exercise, and omnipresent, nagging self-doubt can take its toll.  Combine that with egregious amounts of turkey, stuffing, gravy, and pie and what do you get?  A miserable, moody, marshmallow.

Killer J

Marshmallows are best when roasted over a fire.  Well, I’m going to burn this bitch to a crisp.  Starting today, I will be back on my usual nutrition plan.  Starting today, I will be back on a regular exercise regimen.  Starting today, I will get my mind refocused on jiu-jitsu. 

“The dawn, the death, the fight till the final breath… What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.”