Posty!
Let me start by saying that yesterday was one of my better days. It comes in close to some of my all time favorites, and that's saying a lot. It was a culmination of things that created this amazing days, so bear with me.
First part of my day was going to the doctors. Last time I saw the doctor, they did a bunch of blood work. If you know Paul, you know he tends to get tested for various diseases when he can, just to keep the records straight. So, I asked for pretty much ever test known to man, including all the STD's. The main reason that they were drawing the blood was because I get TIRED. I can't continue on with my work outs, though I keep at them, and I can't get past the next set. I have to keep restarting, and I've TRIED to push past. It just didn't work for me. Lactic acid build ups, short breath, the works.
A day later the doctor called me, and said, "We need to talk. " I said, hey, we're talking. They said they needed to see me IN the office, because they couldn't just tell me over the phone.
So, after getting a full spectrum STD test, and having the doctor tell you they need to see you, you're heart does quite the skip.
Yesterday, I went in for my talk, and for my results. Lessee - Paul's a clean boy, no STD's here. All vitamin levels are awesome and normal. Everything is where it should be... accept for my Thyroid. Apparently, it doesn't work right, and I don't get enough of the stuff. Which makes you tired, and puts on weight.
SCORE! I get a drug that is going to help me gain energy AND lose weight? Hell, I'm down to 250 now, from that 293 when I started! I'm going to make my goal weight BY ACCIDENT! Huzzah!
Second part of my day was time with Kandi. I won't go into detail here, but the woman makes me feel like an absolute GOD. I just do what I do best, and suddenly the world is a very amazing place. I haven't connected with someone so well since, well, elf. If the feeling of being unable to screw ANYTHING up could be bottled, I'd be able to put that down payment on Mars.
Third part of my day, I went to dinner with a nice girl named Sarah. Sarah has only recently been introduce into the 'Lifestyle,' and is looking for some more people to learn with and from. We had a great talk, a wonderful dinner, and a date for Saturday night. Again, Paul feels invincible. Like I can do absolutely no wrong.
Then, I went home to my lovely wife, who turned off the TV and asked me to tell her about my day.
I told her Kandi is amazing, that Sarah was fun, and that I'm going to have MORE stamina AND lose weight.
Elf nods a bunch at the first part, kinda smirks in her friendly way at the second, then grumped when I said the third.
"God, I'm jealous,"she says. I tell her a little more about the drug I'm on, then I see her face sort of drop, and I say, "I'm feeling very guilty here."
Then I think about it.
"Babe, "Says I, "We are terribly fucked up, you know that?" She looks at me sort of strange, so I continue with, "You're jealous because I'm losing weight, and I'm guilty because I feel amazing. We are truly a screwed up pair."
Things were perfect. Still are. Been smiles and sunshine all fucking day. Driving people crazy.
Life is good.
First part of my day was going to the doctors. Last time I saw the doctor, they did a bunch of blood work. If you know Paul, you know he tends to get tested for various diseases when he can, just to keep the records straight. So, I asked for pretty much ever test known to man, including all the STD's. The main reason that they were drawing the blood was because I get TIRED. I can't continue on with my work outs, though I keep at them, and I can't get past the next set. I have to keep restarting, and I've TRIED to push past. It just didn't work for me. Lactic acid build ups, short breath, the works.
A day later the doctor called me, and said, "We need to talk. " I said, hey, we're talking. They said they needed to see me IN the office, because they couldn't just tell me over the phone.
So, after getting a full spectrum STD test, and having the doctor tell you they need to see you, you're heart does quite the skip.
Yesterday, I went in for my talk, and for my results. Lessee - Paul's a clean boy, no STD's here. All vitamin levels are awesome and normal. Everything is where it should be... accept for my Thyroid. Apparently, it doesn't work right, and I don't get enough of the stuff. Which makes you tired, and puts on weight.
SCORE! I get a drug that is going to help me gain energy AND lose weight? Hell, I'm down to 250 now, from that 293 when I started! I'm going to make my goal weight BY ACCIDENT! Huzzah!
Second part of my day was time with Kandi. I won't go into detail here, but the woman makes me feel like an absolute GOD. I just do what I do best, and suddenly the world is a very amazing place. I haven't connected with someone so well since, well, elf. If the feeling of being unable to screw ANYTHING up could be bottled, I'd be able to put that down payment on Mars.
Third part of my day, I went to dinner with a nice girl named Sarah. Sarah has only recently been introduce into the 'Lifestyle,' and is looking for some more people to learn with and from. We had a great talk, a wonderful dinner, and a date for Saturday night. Again, Paul feels invincible. Like I can do absolutely no wrong.
Then, I went home to my lovely wife, who turned off the TV and asked me to tell her about my day.
I told her Kandi is amazing, that Sarah was fun, and that I'm going to have MORE stamina AND lose weight.
Elf nods a bunch at the first part, kinda smirks in her friendly way at the second, then grumped when I said the third.
"God, I'm jealous,"she says. I tell her a little more about the drug I'm on, then I see her face sort of drop, and I say, "I'm feeling very guilty here."
Then I think about it.
"Babe, "Says I, "We are terribly fucked up, you know that?" She looks at me sort of strange, so I continue with, "You're jealous because I'm losing weight, and I'm guilty because I feel amazing. We are truly a screwed up pair."
Things were perfect. Still are. Been smiles and sunshine all fucking day. Driving people crazy.
Life is good.