Weighty Issues

I weigh 252 pounds.

Dude, I'm fat.

That is as much as I have ever weighed.

Man, brutal honesty with yourself sucks.

I don't want to be a pudgy doughboy when I go to the beach at Port Aransas this year.

I have to lose 25 pounds..., at least, between now and the Fourth of July.

Putting 252 on a medium, 6-foot tall frame, just doesn't work out well. The last time I was this thick, I had issues with acid reflux, which I always have, but it lessens when I'm thinner, blood pressure, it is borderline again, it wasn't when I got down in the mid 230's for awhile there, and my knees hurt, basketball and football and volleyball in my youth weren't kind to my knees, less weight equals less pain.

The mid-220's, I'd still have some love handles working, but my done-lop-i-ness would be severely lessened.(re: done-lop-i-ness...done lopped over your belt syndrome.)

I have a goal. I have a dream. I have a mission. I don't want to frighten small children on the beach.

I'll keep my adoring public posted. HA!