Walking To 199
August 7, 2016



As those that follow this blog know, this whole blog started with the intent to show this amazing progress I’d be making in my goal to get below 200 pounds. A lofty goal, realizing I needed to shed around 75 pounds to achieve this task. This is a long walk, apparently.

Over the months, and probably years, I’ve had ups and downs (puns intended) in the walk as well as in the blogging. My goal was to blog weekly, but it appears I’ve blogged weakly (another horrific pun. Sorry).

My blogs about weight seem self serving, so I’ve been thinking that maybe not so much about this struggle of losing weight should be focused on, but matters of life and sometimes death. Or sometimes just random thoughts rattling through this puny brain of mine.

With this being said, I feel that for me to say “I’m going to do this or that” to lose weight, whether its exercise or diet or whatever, is a lot of talk. I’m encouraged by some of you, and I thank you, and some of you are faithful followers whom I have shared my secrets and some humor. OK, I think its humor.

I will continue to blog, but because some have asked me how the weight is going, I will be listing my starting weight and my current weight at the end of the blog (starting weight/current weight). This, so those who are interested will note the progress, but not to bore others that have little interest in weight loss and may be a bit intrigued by my weirdness. (For example, the rule is “i before e except after c”. Except for the word “weird”. Weird is a weird word).

I may sometimes mention something about weight, but not to be a “wow, look how wonderful I am doing. Send me cookies”. I continue to hope that you find these entertaining, enlightening, or encouraging. There may be some Scriptural or spiritual references as Christ is the biggest part of my life, and I’m not ashamed of that.

I will try to be more regular (at my age, again, not easy) with the blogs to hopefully bring some joy in a dark time of history. Let me say that we have to stop the hate. The media wants us divided, black against white, gay against straight, Republican against Democrats, and so forth. Can’t we all get along?

Until then, I’ll just keep walking.



Step By Step
June 1, 2016

So I’ve been going back and forth regarding what to do about this weight issue. Part of me REALLY cares and other times not so much. Part of me thinks I’d like to continue this walk to 199 and another part thinks that as long as my numbers are good, what’s the difference.

Well, I’m back at it again, giving it another shot. Weight was 268.0 today, I’ve been worse, but been better. I think I mentioned I’ve had some issues with my shoulder and am getting treatment for that. I used that as an excuse not to walk. Like I need an excuse.

I’ve discovered that mileage and time was stressing me out when I walked. It was not fun. I would walk so fast (at least fast for me) and it was difficult to talk with Bonnie, who was faster than me, because of being out of breath. So, we decided to walk at a “decent” pace, which I recommend. Also, the mileage thing has been replaced in regards to goals. When we walk we go from 2.25 to 3+ miles, but what I’ve been doing, although I still use the “Map My Walk” app, I have found that there is an app on my I-Phone that counts my steps.

Now I live a pretty sedentary lifestyle. I’m a pastor/counselor. I spend much time sitting in counseling and preparing my sermons, so activity isn’t the foremost of my existence. So I walk. Now I’m told that a person needs 10,000 steps a day. For a sedentary guy like me, it might as well be a million. So I had set goals of 7000 to start with and am up to 8000, and if the walking continues, should get to 9-10,000 easily. When I don’t walk, well, here’s some stats.

Without my taking a walk, here are some days totals of steps in a day: 3,045; 1,686; 2,823, 2,402, etc. No wonder the weight doesn’t come off. But on a day like today (5/31) where I walked 2.29 miles, I achieved 9,152 steps and that was with me working today counseling! So, I’m trying to go with taking steps, walking toward that 199, step by step, day by day. Because I don’t walk daily like I was, I’m sore and weak.

I realized that Christianity is like this. Sometimes, a few days may go by without my devotions, so then I spend 2-3 hours to make up for it. Well, that’s not good.

Christianity needs to be a walk, a daily walk with Christ. Not a sprint then three days off. Some of the days it feels like I walked 2000 steps with Christ, then do a 10,000 step day, then the next day or two under 4000. So I’ve decided to come to Christ step by step also. It’s the only way to get strength. If not, then I get sore and weak.

So those trying to lose weight, take it step by step. And those who are walking with Christ, walk Him step by step also. It’s easier to keep up with Him when you’re walking with Him daily.

Stuck In The Middle With You
February 23, 2016



It’s been awhile since I talked of my walk to 199. It’s been a very slow walk.

Last year this time, my numbers were awful. Sugar up, cholesterol up, liver function not good. I then proceeded to walk most of the summer, lost weight (I was 276, I think), dropped to 264 (I think). Got lazy at the end of summer (which was gorgeous, beautiful walking weather through December), and didn’t do much.

I ate horrible again, went for easy instead of nutritious. Weight remained steady, but found that I have little energy. Picked up walking again in January, as it’s been mild, but not at the pace I used to walk. Didn’t change eating, and here I am. Sugar is way up, liver number is up, and getting screened for prostate cancer, as I had a bad urinary infection and they want to check it all out.

Ever walk down the street and catch your reflection in the window or mirror and immediately become shocked? I did. Shocking isn’t the word. Devastated. From looking at my body from my view (head looking down), it’s not George Clooneyish, but it’s not that bad. But when I see it from the side, it’s pretty revealing.

Well, we know the battlefield is in the mind, and my mind is sort of there. Ok, if it’s a battlefield, then picture you’re in a fox hole with a gun, but not sure if you want to put in ammo to fight. Yeah, that’s about it.

With me, I go through periods of doing real well and then periods of real  bad. My cousin John put it best, “All diets work if you stay on them”. I’m not into dieting (obviously) but do need to better watch what I’m eating. The Fast metabolism diet worked, but if I didn’t stay on it, I blew up like the Hindenburg. (Too soon?).

My mother was a diabetic. I am so like her. She would eat a donut, then increase her insulin shot. I’m the same way (without the shot!). Her answer to everything was “Eat. You’re too skinny anyways”. Sweets! My motto has always been, “I’d rather eat cake than steak”.

So this blog isn’t to tell you, “I’ve got this. I’m going to do better. I’m going to lose weight. I’m going to, as Seinfeld says, “yada yada yada”. I’m just telling you this is where I’m at.

My frame of mind is good (well, come on, as good as it could get), and I’m not anxious or depressed. Just want to fill you in on what’s been going on. I’m not going to continually tell you my weight, but I will with my struggles, as it may be helpful to someone. So if I come to mind, please pray for me. God is so good.

So thanks for your faithfulness. Still planning on Walking to 199, but not sure if I may have to pick up the pace or not.




February 19, 2016



I’ve noticed that throughout most of my life, I become easily distracted. Either by a thought, a sight, sound, or even a smell. I feel like a sheep that spots a butterfly and follows it, forgetting totally what I was doing.

Morning prayer doesn’t come easy. My stomach keeps saying, “You need breakfast. You will not be able to focus if you don’t eat. You might even die” I start to write a blog and my phone “dings”, telling me that either the Yankees made a move or that someone likes my picture on Instagram. I have to check it out because, after all, I AM that important.

I read in my office, and hear the TV downstairs. “Is that Seinfeld? I don’t think I’ve seen that episode. Wow, Kramer is funny. Did I see that show or was that on Monday. Oh, Monday, boy did it snow. Oh, I have to finish shoveling out the front sidewalk.” It goes on and on. Next think I know I put the book down and begin to shovel the snow.

Has this ever happened to you? You start a project, let’s say, patching holes in the wall so you can paint. I go downstairs to get the putty, and notice that the work area is a mess. So, I start to straighten it out and find an empty jar that is perfect for the small nails I have. So I begin to gather the small nails and put them in the jar.

The shelf that I want to put the nails on is covered with sandpaper and paint supplies. I move those to the bottom shelf and see all the extension cords are not tied up together. So, I look for the twine to tie them together and realize that I left it upstairs. Going upstairs I see a couple dirty dishes in the sink, and decide to be a nice fella and put them in the dishwasher.

The dishwasher has clean dishes so I have to put them away. So I put the dishes away, and as I begin to load the dishwasher, I see that we’re out of dishwasher soap. So I head downstairs, and remember that I wanted to get the twine in the junk drawer upstairs. As I get the dishwasher soap, I notice that there are clothes that are dry and need brought upstairs.

I grab the clothes and take them to my office, forgetting the dish soap or even the twine, and put my clothes away, and notice that my one brown dress shoe is missing. I look in the office and can’t find it, but remember I kicked them off in the bedroom and must have brought only one into the office. I go in the bedroom, and notice the dog has messed up the bed. I straighten out the bed and head downstairs, noticing that I need to patch the wall in the stairwell before I can paint it. But it’s late. Maybe tomorrow.

Bonnie asks what I did all day. “Nothing”.

I don’t know, maybe it’s just me?


Sixty Eve
September 30, 2015

Tomorrow is a big one. I’ve had a lot, but not this big. Tomorrow, I turn 60.
Crazy, not sure how I got here. My goal was to be in my best shape ever at 60, better than I was at 50.
My blood work says I’ve done what I wanted to accomplish. Also, I wanted to be at 260 or below by October first, and as of today, I am exactly 260.0! Considering in March I was 279, and in June I was 277, I’m happy.
This walking has really gotten into my blood. I can’t wait for the walks, and although I prefer with Bonnie, I have no issue walking solo.
Sixty is weird. And I’m totally cool with it. I’m liking getting older, I’m liking how I feel, I’m liking how I look, and after 30 years, I’m still loving who I married. I’ve been married half my life. I don’t remember life without her. I don’t think I had a life before her.
The walking works. Maintaining a discipline of just being careful, but not giving up anything. I can still eat sweets, I can still eat pasta (real pasta, not the brown kind), I can drink a Coke, eat mashed potatoes, anything, but all of it in moderation.
That’s the key to everything, isn’t it? Moderation. I can overdo anything. Well, anything I like: food, games, football, anything. So, eventually, the light clicked on, and here I am. I am confident I will never see 270 again, if I keep doing what I’m doing. I can’t wait to say that about 260, but it will happen. Looking forward to 199.
Sorry, I can’t do the diet thing. I’m Italian. That diet stuff just goes against everything I’ve learned. Mangiare bere e divertirsi, which is “Eat, drink, and be merry” in Italian.
I figure I’m 2/3 done with life. My plan is 90. Hey, Ben doesn’t have kids yet and I have to make sure all my kids are raising my grandbabies right. God willing, I’m dancing at my grandkids weddings.
So on this Sixty Eve, I march on. Under the strength of Christ, the love of my wife, the encouragement from my kids, and the prayers of you, I will carry on. I want to encourage all who read this, that we need to embrace this life. No fear and no regrets.
Like Red Skelton said, (You youngsters can look him up), “Don’t take life too serious. You’ll never get out of it alive anyhow”.
Let’s do this.

Melancholy Man
January 15, 2015

This year I turn 60.  6-0, sixty, LX, however you want to put it. It’s nuts.

I waste a lot of time. Games, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. Watching continual ESPN SportsCenter, watching lousy football (Browns and the University of Michigan), and it’s going all too fast.

I keep listening to Crosby, Stills, and Nash’s song, “Wasted On The Way”, and it makes me melancholy. Melancholy that I’ve wasted too much time. Too many dreams and not enough pursuit of them. Too many ideas and not enough elbow grease to make them happen. At times melancholy is good. Because it makes you look at reality.

I am so much more than half way home (I don’t expect to live until 120 years old). I am aware of my mortality. But I think melancholy can make you better, if you just visit it and don’t build a house there. It’s a wake up, a “hey, this game ain’t over yet”. As Bob Dylan sang, “It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there”.

So I’m excited now. The weight “is what it is”. It may go down, it may go up. It may stay the same. I could pull a Chris Christy or Rex Ryan and get “THE” operation, but they tell me I’m not big enough. My options then are to lose weight or put on another 50 pounds. I opt for the latter, but Bonnie won’t let me.

I’m not focused on it anymore.

No matter what, God is good. I’m excited. I want to use my time better. I deactivated my Facebook account, and may also get rid of Instagram and Twitter. Baby steps, children, baby steps. I need to focus on the good things in life, and there are many. I need to focus more on the Word of God. I need to stop looking at others and their successes and begin to understand that if I haven’t reached what others have done (financially, physically, emotionally) that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ve failed. It means I’m not them.

I’ve eliminated a lot of stress from my life by eliminating a lot of stressful people from my life. I have to take care of me. And if other people have their feelings hurt, well, sorry. Sorry, your feelings are hurt but not sorry of my decisions. Your hurt feelings don’t get to me anymore. I’m moving on.

So it’s 9 months until 60.  Bring it on, because, honestly, I never thought I’d live this long.


Angry Young Man
March 8, 2014

Well, another week under the belt (that’s a sick expression for a guy trying to lose weight).

It’s been a weird week, eating habits were out of whack (amazing how old habits can come back like a pimple). So, on the good side, I worked out 3 times this week. So that’s good. But the weight this morning is 149.4.  Up 1.4 pounds. (I was upset, until I remembered, “I’m in the 240’s).  So, I figure I’ll have weeks like that. Good advice from my son Ben and my good friend, Vinny in regards to weight training. I got this!

I’m really excited spiritually, which leads to excitement physically. If I’m good spiritually, I’m good physically. I’ve begun to memorize Scriptures, a hearty task I might add. I read this book by Jerry Bridges and he said about memorization, so I thought I’d try it. He said to figure an area you need to work on (I narrowed it down to 15), and came up with anger.

I’ve always had an anger problem. I tell everyone that I can beat anyone in a “chainsaw throw”. I’ve thrown mine many times, and with quite accuracy and a distance of many yards. There’s also the “lawnmower kick”, but that doesn’t make the lawnmower go  very far.  Then there’s the “rip up the outside Christmas lights”, where they become so tangled, you just start ripping them apart and then throwing them away. More expensive than tearing up a phone book.

So, anger it is. We all have issues, don’t we? Overeating, swearing, anger, lust, hate, bitterness, prejudices, being a Steelers fan. We all do. It’s funny how we can easily point the finger at someone else, but not take to heart what we do. I guess it’s that sinful, human, nature we inherited. Stupid Adam and Eve.

But it can be overcome. The problem is that nobody wants to fight for it. Nobody wants to change. We become used to it, befriend it, and declare, “It’s just how I am! My daddy was this way, his daddy was this way, so it’s in the genes.” But it doesn’t have to be. Scripture tells us, for those who believe, “sin shall not be master over you  because you are no longer under sin but under grace”. (Romans 6:14).   That’s pretty thrilling.

I used to be a drunk, but not anymore. I used to do drugs. But not anymore. It’s because of God’s mercy and grace, and that very grace that brought me out from under the stronghold.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m still an idiot. In many ways. Too many to list. But I find that I make smarter decisions, better choices. Because of God. Yet, I’m still fat.

But I’m defeating this giant of weight. It’s being knocked down. I no longer live to eat, but eat to live. It’s because we, if we’re believers, we are more than conquerors. Able to do all things.

So how you doing with your giants? You can slay it, you know. I believe it. Do you?

Weight 249.4

How Deep Is Your Love?
February 22, 2014

Well another week has come and this Fast Metabolism Diet is fantastic. I’m at 252.4, loss of 20.6 pounds since I started this blog in May, but a loss of 30.6 since last March. Yeah, this diet and exercise is a great idea. I’d prefer a pill and a donut, but that’s not how it works. To think that I could be at 222 next year at this time blows me away. With God, all things are possible.

It’s been a unique week. I’m not hungry, eat more often, have exercised a bit less, and the weight keeps coming off. People are asking me, ‘how do you do it’? I tell them the basics of this eating plan, and they aren’t interested. I get it. I was there. But thank God, I’m not there now.

It’s work. It’s dedication. It’s, as I read in “In Pursuit of Holiness”, making your body your slave instead of your master. Your body tells you to stay in bed, but you master it by getting up and exercising. Your body tells you you’re too tired to read the Bible, but you tell your body you’re going to read. I totally get it when people don’t want to do it. Just hoping that it will drop off. That would be so nice. But it’s not realistic.

It helps that I’m not doing this alone. My wife, son, and daughter-in-law are doing it, which makes this a lot easier. My niece Barb has started all this. She’s lost 60 pounds in 6 months. It’s a healthy diet, and with the ladies doing the cooking and my wife Bonnie always looking after me, this is so doable. (Is that a word? do-able? It is now). It’s an exhilarating feeling to get control over something that has plagued me for years. The only time I was thin was when I was drinking and drugging. I quit that and the weight came back on.

However, God, the biblical God of the Bible, through His Son Jesus, delivered me from the drinking and drugging and is helping with this “Battle of the Bulge”.  It’s tough at times, but well worth it.

This winter has been wicked. For the first time in months I’m able to see my yard. I’ve also noticed since the snow has melted that my dog has been eating well. Time to clean that up. But back to winter, it’s here. March is around the corner, hopefully spring too. It just feels better when it’s warm.

So, what’s your battle? Alcohol? Drugs? Weight? Anger? Fear? It’s all beatable with God’s help. Pray and work. You have to face your fears. But sometimes we need a wake up call. A DUI arrest. A heart attack. A panic attack. Now’s the time. Fight this before a doctor tells you  that you need surgery or drugs to fix it. You can do it.

Seriously, if a stooge like me is able to battle this life long war, certainly you can. I’ve got faith in you. But more faith in God.

Weight: 252.4 (and dropping)

I’m A Loser
February 15, 2014

Well here it is, 1 a.m. (EST) and I just got back from the gym. Yep, dedicated? Nah, took a nap earlier and couldn’t fall asleep so I thought, ‘why not’.

I’ve been really pleased with the meal plan I’ve been following along with a bit of exercise. I have found that with this eating plan, my proportions have been WAY out of control. Apparently, I’m eating for two, so if nothing else, this plan is fabulous in teaching me how to be moderate.

The most interesting thing with this is that when I’m done with my meal, I’m still a bit hungry. So I mumble and moan like the baby I can be, but realize that in 10-15 minutes after I’ve eaten, I’m pretty full. Plus two or three snacks in between and it makes for a pretty healthy lifestyle. Remember, this isn’t a diet, it’s a lifestyle.

I don’t know what a “leek” is, but it’s tasty. Bonnie made some up in a soup and it’s good. I’ve had no wheat, dairy, and I’ve only had coffee two days in the last 12 days, and I honestly don’t miss it. I haven’t been totally good, however, and being the “naughty boy” I am, I splurged on a donut today. I know my doctor says there is never a reason to eat a donut, but I politely disagree with her. If she keeps it up, I may have to switch doctors. It’s a nice treat. There was a donut shop in LA called “The Donut Shop West”. It was in walking distance from where Luke lived. So, I’d exercise by taking a walk, get a dozen donuts, and walk back. Best donut ever. They would slice any donut you wanted length wise and then fill it with cream. Enough of this subject. It’s like porn, can’t even think about it.

I’ve found that if I go out of my prescribed food list, there is no guilt. I’ve learned to live life and enjoy it. I have changed my eating habits so much, thanks to my wife Bonnie and daughter-in-law Amanda. They make it easier. You almost have to be a magician to make some of the meals, but they do a great job. It’s a lot of work preparing all three meals instead of grabbing a sandwich or a pastry. I’m learning, though.

It can get quite expensive at times though. Living in Pennsylvania, in February, fresh fruit and veggies aren’t available, so the price is gouged by the markets, and we have to choose to buy it or eat snow. Living in California would make it easier.

I remember being out there and stopping at a roadside stand and they were selling strawberries. I stopped to pick some up (they were huge and delicious) and the guy was also selling “Bing” Cherries. Oh my gosh, I almost ate the whole bag myself. I absolutely love Bing Cherries, you know, the big purplish kind.  I love fresh fruit. And it’s a part of “The Fast Metabolism” diet. It’s really not a diet, but a new way of eating.

The guy selling them was Mexican, and me, knowing five words of Spanish, told him “Buenos Dias”. He replied back to me, “Buenos Dias”, then began speaking Spanish. I said, “Oh no Hablo Espanol”, then he spoke in perfect English. Taught this Northern boy something about trying to be cute.

My granddaughter, Haniah, was all dressed for Valentines Day and was as cute as can be. She’s part of the reason I am trying to exercise. I want to dance at her wedding, not have her push me around in a wheel chair. I gotta dance, but in a very masculine kind of way, sort of like Ellen.

The weather continues to be rock solid cold. Down south when they get two inches of snow, it becomes a state of emergency. Here when it’s two inches of snow, we call it Spring.

The cold weather and cloudy skies tend to keep you sluggish, so exercising is a chore. You just want to veg on the couch, a remote in one hand and a root beer in the other, and flip through all 500 channels on DirectTV, and realize that there is nothing to watch. One night I was up late, and they had a commercial selling sex toys. Yeah, sex toys. On TV. It’s the craziest thing I ever saw. Never knew so many instruments could go so many places, and they ship it to your door. This is what America has become? We’re a mess.

So, I’ve rambled enough, but here’s the good news. This eating healthy and exercise works. Don’t need a pill, operation, etc., just healthy eating and exercise. Ready for this? My weight this morning was 255.6! I have not seen that number in years. Since March, that puts me at a 30.4 pound weight loss. And I’m not done. I’m on my way, Lord willing, to 199. Hope to get there by February 2015. That’s the plan. I’ve discovered through this program that two things kill, absolutely KILL your metabolism. They are coffee and alcohol.

Please continue to pray for me. I’m on a good roll now, but those thoughts keep entering my head to chuck it all and just eat like I used to. I hope those days are done. Maybe not the days as much as that lifestyle is done. The Apostle Paul says we are new creations. I believe the old Joe has died, and the Christ in me will sustain me to finish the work He has started in me.

My prayer is for everyone who reads this to be encouraged. Become hopeful. Being able to seize each day and have control of it, not have it control you. We got this. It feels good to be a loser.

Weight: 255.6


For What It’s Worth
January 29, 2014

“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear”.

Yeah, somethings up and I don’t know what it is.

Haven’t felt like blogging and haven’t felt like doing much of anything. It’s been well over two weeks, I think, since the last blog. I just got something going on, and I’m not sure what. But I do know, that it is going to be good.

I haven’t exercised since (let me check my notes) January 9th, and the desire to do so has evaporated like Obama’s approval rating. Not depressed (I gave myself the Beck Depression Inventory test, and I’m ok), just, I don’t know, I think I’m in transition.

I think I’m moving into a new area. Not sure exactly what but I’m moving on to something. So let me just ramble.

I’m finding out about God’s grace. I don’t quite have it all yet, but I’m getting it. There’s a lot of freedom, but it doesn’t give me license to continue to sin. So, with God’s grace, I’m getting closer to God.

Bonnie and I went and saw Beatlemania last week, and what great memories. They sounded just like the Beatles, and looked pretty close to them too. The guy looked and sounded just like McCartney. My favorite was always George Harrison, and this guy was fantastic with his guitar playing also. Great memories. Can’t believe 50 years ago they were on Ed Sullivan.

Bonnie and I have been going to the movies every week for the past 5-6 weeks. It’s our weekly date. We just saw “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”. It’s a pretty interesting story of a guy who lived in his head, but then began to experience some great things by stepping out in real life.  It brought me to where I am tonight.

See, so many times I live in my head (don’t we all? Future plans, what you could do if you had the money, time, or courage). As I watched this movie and saw how he had taken the leap to fully go after something (meeting a photographer), I realized that my Christianity, my walk with Christ, has been mostly in my head. Oh, I’ve been faithful to Him more, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m not talking about trying harder.

I’m talking about giving it all. 100%. No holds barred. Diving in head first. Leaving it all out on the field. Not in a religious sort of way, but in a “loving Christ” kind of way. It’s easy to say you love God ( or anyone) but not as easy to walk it out, being faithful when you don’t want to be, not lashing out when you want to, taking the consequences of telling the truth. You get the picture.

So I’m studying more. I’m reading more. Books on Christian theology, novels by men who love Christ, and the Bible.  1 Timothy 4:8 says, “For bodily exercise profits little, but godliness is profitable unto all things”. So, I am not giving up on losing weight. I know I will get back to where I need to be mentally in regards to this, but there is such an excitement for falling deeper in love with Christ.

I know some of you think, “Oh great, a religious nut. I thought this was about weight loss”. Well, it’s both. Though I’m not religious (but possibly a nut), I am passionate for Christ. I fear many that read this say, “I’m a Christian”, and live lives the opposite of His teaching. I’m not talking perfection, but a move toward godliness.

I find I need to eliminate distractions. Ever see the commercial where these athletes are on the bus and crowds are yelling stuff at them? They slip on their headphones and it drowns out the distractions. That’s where I’m at. I’m putting the headphones on to block out the distractions.

What are the distractions? Social media. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, even Pintrest. All these things are distractions that occupy too many large blocks of my time. Are they bad things? No, not in moderation. But they distract. I haven’t decided if I’m keeping them or if I will just casually use them, if I can do that. I have kind of an addictive personality.

So, sorry for the delay in blogging, but I guess I’m just trying to figure me out. Hope you stay along on the journey until I do, because, man, it’s gonna be awesome. Something is happening here. I’m excited to find it.

Weight 262.2 (Not bad for being a slouch this month).