A Trip To The Quack

 I lucked out and found a new doctor. Awhile back I saw myself in the mirror and pooped my pants in rage. I was fat enough to beer belly bop and M1 tank into the middle of next week and I just got sick and effin tired of being fat, sore and getting bitched at every time I see the doctor.

I got some bloodwork done last week  and checked in to go over it. I'm down 25 lbs. I quit smoking back when I got the monkey flu and pneumonia about three weeks ago. I am no longer a 'pre-diabetic' as they like to refer to us FOWGs. (Fat Old White Guys). My blood pressure is within limits.  My PSA levels concern me but I'm told they are okay too. That really scares me because Joe Biden got prostate cancer - which blows me away because it is so easily detectable, and yet somehow it crept up on him. I suppose it's okay because the old bastard deserves I suppose...  I think Scott Adams of Dilbert fame is struggling with it too... in his last days. I just don't trust doctors, especially the vibrant and diverse ones. After Covid I want to be informed enough so that I don't need to rely on them for anything. I went on line and learnt everything I need to know about reading a casual routine lab report, common sense dieting and now I need to think about exercise. I don't need to be ripped and go offhand with a quad .50 like Tiny does, or win the Death Races ... but I want to go out hunting, cross country skiing and maybe light hiking without stroking out.

I'm told I can eat more meat but the hell of that is I can't dump weight if I do. Both my doctor and I share RFK-ish medical outlooks. Meat is just fine, processed food is not and voodoo vaccine science can be shoved where the liberal sun don't shine. By the books I am still 25 lbs overweight. It hacks me right off - Flapz is 15 lbs. heavier than I am and fits into 32" jeans. I can barely get into my old 38's. Mind you, he has a human physique - I am built like a orangutan with a skinny arms and legs, thick beer keg torso, and my knuckles drag in the dirt 5 feet behind me when I walk.

In the end I guess it doesn't matter none... none of us are getting out of this alive... but I don't want to die a big fat ugly hideous gremlin like Cederq or Mike. HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!!! 

Cheap shot!!!! 😂

They can't do nothing to ME over the internet! HAR HAR HAR!!!

For now, my greatest concern is my ropey mouth getting me kilt. I should be alright as long as I confine my chit and abuse to shrimps and weaklings and guys that can't get within rifle range.

Hope ya Monday is going as good a Monday can.

Filthie