Michael you would be one of those my mom would call "God's special ones" that are just a little not quite right but we love you anyway as you are not one for change.
I don't think you can help being a half bubble off being plumb and I believe I will buy you a Roast Beef sandwhich for lunch just to keep your strength up!
Regards
David
I appreciate that lunch, but as I've tried saying I'm not an eater like I was. While I ain't gotten near a scale and just been measuring the absence of inches, going by that and to quote a friend of mine when I saw him a few weeks ago after several months, "
Holy sh*t Mike you've lost at least 40 pounds!" and that's probably 60 to 70 since Shiloh. I literally don't get hungry for lunches, a nice breakfast and maybe a snack or something small for supper and I'm about ready to burst. And if I eat a lot one day, I literally don't get hungry for two days. Heck, besides the very physically demanding job, I also got a girl who's done put me to lifting weights, and since last week convinced me to stop smoking. (We're still working on that last one, lots of bs to put up with at work and home, and she is the keeper of the cigs and determines when I may smoke till I'm in the clear.)
I expect to shed another dozen pounds or build more muscle before the muster.
So see, I can change. To a degree! My mind, stubbornness, need for thrill seeking, or otherwise raising h*ll and causing chaos? Not so much...
Going by the pictures of the river there, I think I'm good. I'm already back to my high school weight and size, and stronger than I was then, and back then this would've been no issue. And I've accomplished this before my 33rd birthday. My first Confederate jacket for reenacting I got at age 15 fits me again.
I didn't plan on so much detail bout my goings on, but hintin and surprising ain't seemed to work!
