today’s blog is brought to you by the letter F…

That’s right folks, good old letter F.

FAT

Weighed in this morning at 243. easy peasy man weight, lost 4 pounds. It means nothing, zero. anything less than 20 I can put back on in 3 days.

I almost put my Hustler shirt on today, I wore it to poker last Wednesday and any of the guys can tell you…it looks like the t-shirt of a 12 year old boy that I’ve squeezed into.

What does that mean?

Well kids…where do you go after an XL Old Navy T-shirt? Old Navy is already cutting these clothes big. It’s not like I’m shopping for a 5XL at Mexx. This is good old Old Navy where a 36 pants is actually a 40.

I guess I’m buying flowered shirts at the big and tall soon…

I did manage to squeeze in a few beers yesterday, I do enjoy them and working in the garage it’s pretty much a must have.

Toe is on the mend, maybe next week I can manage a run with the wife. Until then I try not to eat too much junk…

wait a second…did I hear a record skip a beat? Tomorrow is Poker Wednesday kids, I’ll be over 250 by this time Thursday!

Shhiiiiiiittttttt….

Today we get a quote:

I found there was only one way to look thin: hang out with fat people. Rodney Dangerfield

And Beagle and Kevin don’t think I appreciate them…come on guys!

By the way, both of these fatties are at it harder than ever, I think Beagle actually stated he gives up on trying. Hey, only 40 % of the population die from heart disease…hot dogs it is!

Beauty day, get out there!

Cheers