Idaho gent

A shot in the dark here, but you never know...

Is there anyone else out there that used to visit Bianca's Smut Shack back in the day? You remember..."Bianca love you" If so, what was your screen name?

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May 8, 2025

A little disappointing, with weight at 185.8 pounds and body fat at 19.4%, but not bad given the lay-off I took. Looking to get body fat down around 15% by the end of Q1 2025. I feel good about the look in the mirror, though. I see areas for improvement, but at least I'm on a good track now.

Been a while since I posted any updates. I'll let my Halloween pic provide the info. Interested to know what you think for a 63 year-old Ken. Wasn't quite where I wanted to be as far as fat loss goes, but I was within about 1-2%. Anyway, seriously interested in comments. I pllan on improving for next year (better timing on cutting), or finding something else better suited for an old guy.

Plus there's more muscle development. I caught myself looking at my calves today and thinking, "I didn't realize the muscle did that." I can see a lot more definition and there's more muscle to see, pretty much all around.

One night on our vacation I went to pick up a pizza. All the parking spots near the restaurant were taken but I saw a public parking lot down the street. I pull in and realize there is a LOT of sand in the lot, so much that the rental car would probably get stuck on the way out if I went too slow.

So as I'm leaving, I go to get a running start out of the lot but suddenly two kids appeared in front of me running across the street. I brake and there were two sinking feelings: first was the left rear tire settling down in the sand, the second was in my stomach wondering how in the world I was going to get out of there.

I spend 5-10 minutes taking turns digging around the tire, hoping to find something firm for it to gain purchase, and getting behind the wheel and spinning the wheels. By this point I'm soaked from sweat, frustrated as hell, and wondering what I was going to do.

Suddenly this family of 4 shows up in front of the car, having just crossed the street. "Stuck?" the mom asked. I nod my head. "Here, we'll help you. Get in and slowly hit the gas as we rock the car." We try for a couple of minutes, but the car hasn't moved, except for maybe settling down a little bit more.

A man shows up and the mom says, "Hey daddy, another car got stuck just like last week." The man joins in behind them and I'm finally able to get the car moving. I stop once I'm on pavement, get out of the car and thank them profusely. I offer money, pizza, whatever they want but they just wave me off and walk away.

I enter our condo and hear, "About time, where have you...". When they see the lower half of my body covered in sand, sweat dripping from my forehead, and the look on my face they all begin laughing. "Thanks guys. Love you, too."

Me: "A zit. I'm 59, and I'm still getting pimples."