No More Mr. Fat Guy!

Decaffeinated tea, that is.  I just made a pitcher of the stuff.  It’s awful.

I was supposed to go out to eat Sunday with Heath, but he called me on Saturday night to say he’d forgotten about a prior engagement. And it’s a good thing he canceled, because as it turned out, I couldn’t go anywhere on Sunday.

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And that’s a promise.

I can’t believe how long I’ve been gone. It wasn’t intentional. I’ve had a family situation to deal with, car problems one after another, I’ve been trying to drum up more freelance writing work, and so many goats have died this Spring that I’ve probably buried more bodies than John Wayne Gacy.

The good news is that even with all this stress, and no time to exercise, my weight is staying right around 275-280. I’m not gaining, and that’s what’s important. Cutting out the pop was a huge factor. I only drink it these days when I eat out, which is not that often. I hardly ever buy it at home. I did splurge on a 12 pack of Faygo Red Pop recently, but that’s the first in a long time, and it lasted several days. In the old days, it would’ve been gone in two days max, if it had lasted that long.

There’s another new development that I’ll be writing about in the days ahead. I don’t want to give up my writing, but it’s not paying a whole lot right now, so I need some extra income. I don’t want to get a factory or office job, because I don’t want to be cooped up 8 hours a day, and I don’t want a full time commitment. So, for the money and the flexibility, I took a job in the belly of the beast. I’ll be delivering pizzas part time.

Which should be interesting.

And I’m around 280.  I was unable to blog for about two weeks due to circumstances, but I plan to get back into the swing of things here shortly.  Thanks for staying with me.

If you’re too big for the hospital’s medical equipment, and they have to send you to the horse racing track to get tested, that’s one good sign that you’re too fat.