Let me tell you about Viktor. He is so cool. As you can surmise, he is pretty Russian (well, actually he is Ukrainian, but since he's like 60 years old he was born in Soviet Russia so I guess it's kind of ok to say he's Russian right? Whatever I'm not up to speed on the intricacies of Eastern European political correctness) and so awesome. He has a pretty intense accent, kind of like Boris from Rocky and Bullwinkle, and he says awesome things like "Make your feet light, like cat" and other such things that would be nowhere near as notable if it wasn't for his accent. So he was born in the Ukraine when it was part of the USSR, coached the fencing team of the Republic of Kazakhstan in the 70's and 80's and was named Fencing Coach of the Year by the USSR Olympic Committee in 1982. He also coached teams in four different Olympic games, not to mention being one of the coaches for PSU's amazing fencing team with multiple national championships under their belts. So yeah, he's so bad ass.
Anyway, he comes up behind me while I'm on the scale and says, "Oh, you are trying to lose weight eh?" I said yeah, you know, just started working out, checking for progress, etc etc. "You know best way to lose weight?" Coming from a 4-time Olympic coach, I am all ears to hear his weight-loss ideas, because he must know something about eating healthy and being in shape. "Best way: don't eat after six-thirty at night!" So there you have it: dieting advice from a certified badass Russian fencing coach.
Though I didn't do a very good job of listening and stuffed my face with hummus at like 10 PM when I got back to my dorm (after an eventful evening of finding more reasons to hate my giant boobs and getting intense finger wounds in a fraternity house).
And I also didn't do a very good job of meeting my calorie goals AGAIN. Today's damage:
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