... And Don't Call Me Shirley!

Hi Loyal Reader,

I hate the summer, the heat, the bugs, the humidity.

If your wondering things weren't as well as expected one month ago at the Doctors office, and well, if I am completely honest, things have hit a wall physically and mentally since. So I'm going away for the weekend to Vegas. When I come back, I have a plan. It will involve renewed commitment to getting healthy, and will have me using and updating this blog as I intended.

So I have to get on a plane tomorrow, and I am nervous. Sadly, its not because of a fear of flying. But I feel the anxiety and consternation building inside of me. The two things that fill me with these feelings are

1) Using the toilet on the airplane - It looks small, and not much operating room, and well, I like to take my time, and this is a lot of info you don't need, lets just say I prefer not to use it
B) Crushing the person in the next seat - Usually this is my wife, but as I am flying out to meet her, I'll be solo. I know everyone hates sitting next to the fat guy. I get it. I hate it too. And let me tell you, its not picnic for us either. We'd much rather fine a less 'oppressive' situation.

Well, I gotta run, kids. I have to make the final checklist and be done with it.

See you on the flip side.