Bridges everywhere.


Bridges everywhere.


Now that the RPM Challenge is over I can start worrying about other things.
Specifically, tomorrow’s doctors appointment. Not that there is anything logical to stress about. I’m having some blood work, an ultrasound, and an x-ray. All prep for the real thing.
But… what if the imaging shows that there’s something screwy going on in my inner works? What if they see something that makes me ineligible for the weight loss surgery?
See? I can freak out about anything these days.
The fattest, most junk food loving, tuna on Earth loves him some steamed broccoli.

This post contains exactly 0.0% sarcasm.
Twice this week I didn’t close my Activity App rings until after 11:00pm. Today I wrapped it up by 2:15pm.
Suck it, morbid obesity.


Bertha, The clipping we took from Bellana’s plant, has a new branch! Go Bertha, Go!

I’ve been so busy today that I didn’t even start my exercise until 9:45pm or so. I finished at about 11:30. Done.
Normal people would have started at 9:45 and ended at 10:15. When you are as morbidly out of shape as I am it doesn’t work that way. For me it’s more like exercise for a few minutes then rest and recover, then repeat for almost two hours.
I closed that 30 minute exercise ring though. I wasn’t sure I’d pull it off, but I made it. Shocking.
I’ll be there in spirit at least.






Yesterday, with the help of a neighbor who is a hero, I cleaned off the driveway. I also dug a path to the trash barrels on the side of the house and cleared a path from the street to the fire hydrant. I didn’t clean off the cars. Today I cleaned off the cars.
I hate snow and there was a lot of it. I guess that means there was a lot to hate.
In lieu of flowers, send money to the Red Cross and any Ukrainian charities you can think of.