Winter is Here

For those of you here in fabulous Cleveland, you know this. For everyone else, I left the house looking like this - this morning.

Hey, Fatty...

So, I went to my doctor this morning to sort out my gout medication -- which is to say,

So I can start taking it again to avoid nasty attacks, such as the one I endured Friday through Sunday.

Well that didn't take very long, really. You see, what I like about my doctor is, she has no problem telling me I'm an idiot. She told me this, all while sending in the prescriptions across teh intarwebs wirelessly -- across a network I helped to build. Nice. If only it were going to be so painless. I had to have some blood drawn, but even that wasn't the most unpleasant part. No. I had to:

Step on the scale

It really shouldn't bother me. I'm a guy. Guys aren't supposed to care about their weight.

Oddly, I've always been bothered by it, except for when was in college. At what I'd call my 'peak,' I weighed about 160 lbs. All I did was go to class, shoot pictures, drink copious amounts of alcohol and play inline-skate hockey.

'0000' Translates to: "JESUS, YOU'RE FAT."









Stepping on the scale showed me and everyone there that, fully clothed, and with my shoes on, I weigh 196 lbs. Yes, that's right. At 5'6", I'm nearly 200 lbs. I guess it should be some consolation that the doctor's assistant said to me, "You don't *look* like you weigh that much."

Great.

What's even better is that the doctor offered to give me my "Ideal Body Weight"

Oh, what the hell. I guess so.

Yes, you see, according to the chart, I should weigh between 147 and 151 lbs.

50 lbs!?!? I have to lose 50 lbs?!?!? Are you serious?

Ugh. The post-holiday malaise is always unwelcome. I just didn't think it would be this miserable.