Memoirs of a Soon-to-Be Former Fat Guy

Not write, that is.

I know… poor excuse, but it’s fact. There have been days this week when I parked the car and had to take a nap before I could find the energy to walk to the door.

I’m either old, or the shift is totally kicking my ass.

I’m voting the latter.

It’s not so much the shift as it is the shift combined with my lack of desire to eat anything. I got the riot act read to me by the dietitian today because I’ve not been getting enough protein. I don’t know what to say other than the thought of a protein shake nauseates me. She did give me some tips on how to make them more palatable, so I’m hoping things will improve on that front. I also found out that in two more weeks I can start to have more solid fruits and raw vegetables. I’m looking forward to those days. I miss crunching on celery and other raw veg. There’s something about the crunch factor, ya know?

So, the toe isn’t really healing as fast as I would like. This is very frustrating to me, mainly because I’m ready to start swimming laps again. I even found that my swimsuit fits, which is a huge deal. And no, it’s not a thong or Speedo. Nor a mankini (think Borat). I just promised myself I would not buy a larger one, no matter how much I wanted to swim. I made it, which is a good thing.

So, once again, I head to the office for a Friday night. I’m hoping that I’m starting to get used to the hours… I slept for six straight today, which is pretty good. Had a bizarre dream that involved a prepaid cellphone vending machine at Sheetz. Is there such a thing? I have no idea… I think I need to lay off the sauce.

I have one more week of third, then back to second, which is a lot easier for me to write. I find I have better stuff in the morning.

Hope you all have a great weekend!

Today’s weight: 317.0

Song of the Day: Dreams – The Cranberries