3 Days Out

well, here i am... 3 days out from the contest... woke up yesterday with a slight fever and a sore throat... i'm not suprised... it was bound to happen since i didn't get it in a while... especially with all the rain and wind the past couple of days (that's my explanation... the people at the gym think it's the evil eye). I'm starting to eat more carbs and they're filling me out a bit.. my skin is stretching out pretty good... i still have some fat left, but... oh well... judging from my weight, i'm probably gonna be the heaviest guy there, and i'll look like the smallest one on stage... The only thing left right now is following the diet and paint myself up... i didn't get a chance to tan well this year, so i'll just use a fake tan and go with it. i'm not gonna use that dream tan shit this year because it sucks ass. speaking of sucking ass, my biceps this year look like shit. Although i gained more than 1.5 inches on my arms, none of that went to my biceps... they just gave up on me. I'll deal with them after the contest...
I really got bummed out last thursday when i went down to the ittifaq coach to show him my condition... he told me that i was ready and i'm probably gonna get first place (if i showed up at 20% fat and a 40 inch waist he'd probably say the same thing) and then he said "So, are you gonna compete in 75 kg or 80 kg?" ... i almost puked when he said that... i told him that i'm gonna compete in the 85 kg class... and this is what he said "ok, you still have a week, how much do you weigh now? 87? ok... you have a week to drop 6.5 kg" ... that's around 14 lbs... in my whole contest prep i only dropped 5 lbs... and this guy wants me to drop 14 lbs in a week? i told him to forget it and i really don't care about if i win or not... anyway, if he thought i was 80 kg, or even 75 kg... i don't even wanna know how the 85 kg are gonna look like... probably 5'1 with 20 inch arms...
anyway, i've trained to get first place, shooting for second, and expecting 3rd... like last year... i hope i get 3rd so i can get off the stage quicker and go to burger king... hell, screw burger king... my mom's making my favourite (double deck chocolate cake with nutella between the two layers and on top), and my mother in-law is gonna make me some hay stacks... besides, if for some unknown reason they couldn't make'em, i still have truck loads of cookie mix, cake mix, pudding, pop tarts, jars of nutella, and chips in the cupboard (when i go to the store and i'm hungry... i just buy everything and say i'll eat it after the contest... now i'm stuck with enough cookie mix to feed africa)...
wish me luck... time for some chicken and rice