If you are looking for funny, you might want to step away for a minute. I promise funny is coming, but not yet. I HAVE to get this out of the way and get on track.
In July of 1997 I quit smoking. I had my oldest son and my baby boy Christopher (now Chris, he finally won out on that battle) and I realized I wanted to see my children grow up. I smoked my last cigarette in my back yard and just didn't buy any more.
Three more babies came along, Benjamen, Lucie and then Sadie.
In between Ben and Lucie, we moved to Dallas when I took a new job. I was in Hammond, Indiana working on a hospital PBX when 9-11 happened. All the planes were grounded and I couldn't get home. I had a ticket to fly out of Midway airport on the afternoon of 9-11. All I could do was watch the news and cry over the phone with my family.
My son didn't believe I was alive. He knew I was flying home that day and saw enough to know planes flew into buildings and he was convinced I was in them.
I decided I had become fat and lazy. I weighed 326 pounds and when I flew out to Chicago I had to have a seat belt extender to get buckled. I was humiliated...
but not enough to stop eating...
THE WIFE got me a book called "Body for Life" and I followed it religiously. I told her, "It's only 14 weeks, I can do anything for 14 weeks." I lost 60 something pounds (I was too dumb to keep track). I kept telling myself, how could I protect my kids when I couldn't run, or fight or do anything.
Once I came off the Body for Life program I started eating in my old ways. I was still working out, so I thought everything would be OK. Then one weekend, I had to go to the hospital with the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. My abdomen was giving off a pain I can't describe and nothing would ease it. THE WIFE finally got me to my doc and she sent me to the ER. Turns out I had gallstones.
Gallstones formed when I started eating the fatty crap again and my liver and gallbladder couldn't clean everything up properly. Out came the gallbladder and no more pain, but I couldn't work out for six weeks. That was the death knell for my "Program".
The weight came back.
I went through another program and dropped 40 pounds like a mad man by taking shots and eating a thousand calories a day. (I forget the name of it, but it was supposed to be 400 calories, but shag it all I can't do that.)
The weight came back.
Late 2013 I went into the hospital with chest pains. The tech who set me up in bed told he he thought I was a D-Lineman for the Cowboys. We laughed when my weight was 336 and I told him I would make a good Nose Guard in the 3-4.
So what does this have to do with 343?
Today I went to the doc for flu. I got Tamilflu which is saving my butt, but I also got my weight. 343.
I can't live like this. I have to change. I have a wife, five kids and my oldest son and his wife have a baby coming. I will be a grandfather soon and I so want to be there for my granddaughter. I want to dance at her wedding.
14 weeks. I can do ANYTHING for 14 weeks.