God I post alot

I have too many ideas, too many thoughts, and only so much patience from my audience of cohorts and associates on Facebook.

This is a place to go off about my weight loss, be it two words, or be it a novella.

I've noticed that I work out so hard sometimes that I am not only physically destroyed, but I find my emotional overworked as well. I get... sobby, the physical toll coming out in emotional oversensitivity.

Yeah. I'm such a man sometimes, it kills me.

Good Christ, I want to take these dollar bills, walk over to the vending machine, and coin-rape it until every gooey, sweet, delectable confection drops out and showers me in high-calorie, nutritionless ecstasy. But I digress.

But I don't want to.

Dammit.

263 pounds. I have a goal of 215 by graduation of college. I can do it; I work harder than anyone else at anything I put my energies to, I just have to keep the focus alive. The wife has been a great support, so... here goes.