Knees

My knees are really aching these days. I figure it has alot to do with all the punishment I put them through when I was younger. Logging, running in boots, running up and down ladders (stairs) on the ship, and kneeling on the flight deck, while trying to fix and launch aircraft.

Lately though, I think it has more to do with my weight. Since I graduated from high school eighteen years ago, I have gained sixty freaking pounds. Granted, some of that weight is muscle, but I still have a gut, and my damn face is puffy. I'm not saying I'm Shrek, but if I don't really start working on this I'm definately on that road. That is a road I would rather not travel. Diabetes runs in my family, as does it's major cause.....obesity.

It was all fun and games as a child picking on my dad, calling him an old fat fart. But, he always chided me, and always told me to wait, because he used to be skinny too. Well, Pops was right, I have become an old fat fart. (I am about the same age as he was when I started teasing him.) To be honest with you, I don't like any part of that label. I don't like old or fat.

I am going to start doing something about this in the next few days. As of yesterday I weigh 228 lbs. My goal is to get down to 175-180 by the middle of July, when I have my birthday. I'll call it a present to myself.

I'm not going to fad diet, or anything. I'm just going to cut out certain things, and try to burn more calories than I take in.


By the way, I'm no longer a secret smoker, I have quit and am going to make sure it's for good this time. Those little effers are too expensive.