What's going on my people, thanks for joining me once again on my journey to shed these very unhealthy pounds. First I want to say that I am getting way more support from this than I thought I would get, so thanks to everybody for writing me and just coming up to me and showing support. 

Now as we proceed, this last week was a little different. As I followed the fat smash diet and started to train myself to eat much better, I definitely started seeing results from just that alone. 

People started saying, "Hey did you lose weight?" and "Damn Ciph, you looking skinny."  Comments like those made me feel great.  They made me feel like I was on top of the world. 

Then the dangerous thing happened… I got gassed. 

I started telling myself that "one french fry wasn't gonna hurt" and "one cookie wasn't so bad."  Little pieces of junk food started to make their way back into my body.  I mean, I still eat all the vegetables and the salads and the fruit and the oatmeal and the yogurt - but I'd also cheat here and there. 

Now for the kicker... On Sunday [Mar 2], I was having a bad day.  I had an argument with someone, and things were just not flowing right, so I found myself heading to that big evil friend of mine: The Fast Food Drive-Thru. 

Now when I tell you that I spazzed out, I mean I SPAZZED OUT!!!! 

2 DOUBLE CHEESBURGERS, A LARGE FRIES, CHICKEN NUGGETS - and then I did the ultimate lie to myself and ordered A DIET COKE... What the f**k was the point of a diet coke? I don't know!

That food tasted super delicious! The best meal I ever had. I smiled the whole way home. I was asking myself, “Why did I ever give it up?”  But then after an hour or so, I felt fucking sick. Like really, really sick.

How could my best friend do this to me?  Treat me like this after all the years of support? Fast food turned on me, and I was so angry. So now I'm stuck and don't know what to do.  Do I have to start the Detox part over?  Should I just quit?  Make myself throw up? 

I turned to my trusty Fat Smash book.  It basically says that everyone slips up here and there, but the main thing to do is not to completely fall off.  Get back to business and not give up. Tomorrow is a new day with new vegetables and new fruit...  ha ha! 

I'm actually writing this after a good gym session on the elliptical machine. I decided to hit that scale, even though I said I wouldn't till the end. That bitch said I lost 16 mother f**king pounds!!

Holla at ya boy, and if you see me in the street, slap me that high five, and anyone that wants to try this Fat Smash thing, I will ride with you. Just let me know. 

Peace all Hip Hoppers...  Get healthy.