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I have tried to call my mother. She simply isn't answering. Without being sure her answering service works, I haven't left a message. Maybe she will see I called, maybe she won't. Verizon, even V to V, is sketchy about that anymore. They just don't provide solid service, and that is about as good as it gets. Quality simply isn't available, at any price, these days. Not in America.
Blood sugar was checked, three or four hours after dinner? Two? Something. It was 109. I have had doctors suggest they don't mind blood sugar jumping as much as forty points with a meal, and even more through the day after several meals. Which... tells me they want people to be diabetic. They... sell the pills. I'm not sure how most of them sleep at night. Probably really comfortably, until they wake up in hell? Probably.
It was 80, with 83% humidity when I woke up. It got up to 85, and stayed there most of the afternoon, though humidity dropped to 65%. It's sprinkling out there. The temp dropped to 70, humidity remains the same. Wind, breezes, gusts? Something. I mix, it would seem. Would be nice to cool off a bit, though... almost afraid to ask for that. It almost seems on the edge of a cooling precipice that might not be so pleasant? Ugh. Will find out.
My pj bottoms are falling off. I used extra larges when in the 285 to 315 range. After hitting 260 or so, I had to go down to larges. At some point I went to mediums. I am down to smalls? Oh, sure, they oversize things for Americans (maybe everyone, these days?). And, even who isn't fat, is diabetic. It's... a mess, here, there, everywhere. But... I am bucking the trend. Still, smalls? That's crazy. I'm still 6'5 plus, and weigh 223.x. I still need to lose another twenty, maybe thirty, pounds. I'm still fat! Ugh. Crazy. I don't think the company makes extra smalls! :p Nope... they don't sell extra small. Doesn't matter though, their price has increased from $14 to $36... for one. No thank you. Asking, and receiving, are two different things.
Almost time for bed, I think. Perhaps one more session of gaming. Sure, I've been keeping it to two or three hour sessions. I might even play upstairs, as I lay me down to sleep. Hmm, but not to bed quite yet. I want to feed Sassy one more time. Goodnight, though, for all practical purposes.
The shorts, I have some in rotation that are 3xL, and they end up around my ankles quickly (not in a good way) . 400-270. Maybe I need smaller. Lots of loose skin in belly area, could be identified as "fat" . My Navy weight always swung 200-240 (quickly too) depending on at sea or inport. Nav always wanted me down to 175... I wrestled 5'10"-165 IN EIGHTH GRADE! I put on 4" and five years, gov't thought I should have done that with 10#... Nay,Nay, moosebreath, I got down to ~195 "A" school, friends asked if I was sick... I did have the "background extra in a prison camp movie" look to me. That was too light for me, and they wanted me 20# lighter. Nope, 240-250 is my goal, 220 dream. Anything lighter than that, is gravy... No really, I'll start eating gravy with everything.
ReplyDeleteTakk for Maten
I was (about) as tall as I would get, in 8th grade or so, a 6' 3 3/4". While now 6' 5 1/2" (at least), I didn't grow from my earlier height until sometime after 27 years old. Which was the last time I checked my height in an official and exacting way. (Which means I really am a giant, or have, medically, a minor form of gigantism for the scientologists among you. - yes I am mocking many)
ReplyDeleteBut, when I first got to my adult height, the first one, I was 138. Only making it to... 168 by my junior year? Then 220 by the end of my senior year. That was eating every damned edible thing I could fit into my mouth as fast and in as much quantity as possible. Bleh.
I only made it to 220 by working out, and sports. Then only to 240 by excessive weight lifting and swimming (benching 600 plus (max) and swimming at least nine miles a week). Couldn't keep weight on easily. Until they wrongly put me on lithium. That... destroyed my physique, put fat on like a magnet. Assholes. They even knew it was a bad heart, before I deserted. The Navy, Catholics, even protestants... I think they really do hate us, or me. Because I see what they are doing, and too much of it is for the root of all evil. ;)
OK... Maximus. I never could bench half that, and my max squat (for the t-shirt) was 500#. I was legs, berzerker, and drive, on the gridiron. (and later on the Rugby pitch)... (might have helped with the "ladies" too). Didn't hurt in barfights either, never punched a non-relative with a closed fist. If opponent can't reach the floor because you're holding them by their neck against a wall (oh, they now can't breathe?) They stop punching and the fight is over real quick. Some stories...no wonder I'm messed up.
ReplyDeleteAs I said, the last time I was in a fight, it started with him hitting me in the back of the neck three times. Which... just got my attention. Three pulled punches, because he looked like a typical man (nearly my height, but lighter as well). Three softballs and buttercup was going to collapse if I hadn't grabbed him. In the hospital for a week.
ReplyDeleteSome men were made able, but like having a high IQ, it takes... more than that. But, those men who could, and did? Do. The rest suffer. Screw em'. I stopped having a big mouth, until it was on. My big mouth gave them a chance to reconsider. My bark actually isn't worse than my bite, but it's... comparable. :p
Oh, but 600? That was only 2 1/2 times my body weight. Go by that. And that isn't even all that special. The world class are closer to 3x bodyweight. That's... something.