For my weak excuses and lack of discipline.
I'm finally mad enough to fight back, and lose this weight.

A quick history: I've always been a big dude. 6'4" anywhere from 250 to 300+ lbs. In fact I lost my career in the Air Force because of my weight. Honorable Discharge, but not conforming to standards. Seems Uncle Sam only wants skinny little punks to die or kill for the country.

Anyway, left for Basic training in San Antonio weighing 230lbs. (GAWD! That was a lifetime ago.) After 6 weeks in the August sun of south Texas, I only managed to lose 10 more pounds.

Now I have avascular necrosis in the hip I broke 2 years ago in a car wreck. The VA will do the hip replacement for me... once I get under 300lbs.

I haven't gotten on the scale in awhile. But as of right damn now, this weight is coming off. Yes I walk with a cane and spend time in a wheelchair. I can still walk. I can still move. And I am still alive.

The rest of my life pivots on losing this weight and getting the hip fixed. No. I'm not exagerating.

Thanks for listening to the rant. Just know the Moose is joining the battle with you.