Wow.

Last month my sister stopped over for Easter and brought some old pictures and paper work of mine from when I was younger. This was pretty awesome because there were pictures that I've never seen before of myself. The pictures were crazy to see. There were pictures spanning from when I was 3 months old to my senior year of high school. What a blast from the past indeed.

It was great to see because for some reason, I don't have much memories of my childhood. For what ever reason, I don't have a lot of memories I can recall on my own. I can remember snippets of memories here and there, but if I wanted to tell a story about something from my childhood, it's not going to be a long story. For example, I remember having the Animal as a kid. At least I thought I did. Or was I remembering someone that had the Animal or maybe seeing it in a store. I don't remember the commercial, but thanks to YouTube, it's there! And thanks to the photos my sister gave me, its there under the christmas tree!! If you don't remember the Animal, the Animal was a monster truck that would crawl over anything you put in its way with the help of these claws that would stick out of the tire when you turned the knob on the rims. Sounds great in theory, but real world testing proved otherwise. That damn truck wouldn't climb over a blade of grass, let alone a small stick like it would do in the commercial!! "Nothing can stop, THE ANIMAL.......unless it's a blade of grass." My ass.

A lot of times the only reason why I have a memory of something was from the pictures them selves. I guess most people have that, I'm sure, but I do that a lot. A lot of my stories are from pics I've seen and have been told of the stories that go with that pic. I'm jealous of my wife because she has a great memory of what she did as a kid, me, not so much. I wish there was a way for someone to go inside my brain and unlock memories that I have so I can easily access them and not Rely on pictures.

In all of the goodies my sister brought me, I ran across some saddening facts. With all of the pictures she brought, you can see the trend as I got progressively bigger. I've always been big, 10lbs 3ozs when I was born, but I found an interesting piece of paper from when I was 6 years old. The paper was a fitness test that I did for school that probably isn't allowed now a days. With the pussification of America in schools now a days, fitness tests probably aren't allowed because of the kids that can't do half of the drills crying because they get picked on for not being able to do a pull up or a sit-up. The paper has your basic drills for fitness, sit-ups, pull-ups, sit and reaches, endurance run, sprint and the shuttle run. You got either a A for attaining the standard or a O for outstanding. Well, as you can guess I got all O's!! Ok, not really, I got 2 A's and 4 P's. P??!! What the funk is a P???!!!! Does P stand for possible the best???!!! There isn't even a P on the damn test!! How bad is it when you get a P on a fitness test that is scored with either an A or a O?! Looking at it, I'm assuming P stood for participated, Because my scores were pretty shitty. Haha. I'll post a picture of this fitness test at the end. Even with my cruddy scores that I got, that isn't the most depressing part about this paper. At the top of the page, it has my name, weight, height and age. At 6 years old, my height was 51 inches and my weight was a whopping 95lbs! At 6 funking years old I was 95 funking pounds!!! I put my height, weight and age in a BMI calculated and it said, c'mon, give me your real height and weight. I was shocked by what I saw on that piece of paper. To me, I just question why. Why was I so big at 6 years old. Why wasn't anything done about it when I was 6 years old. Why. Pure and simple, why. I can take the blame for being huge when I turned 13, but at 6 years old? Don't get me wrong, I'm not putting the blame on anyone, but I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I was 95lbs at 6 years old.

So that's what I leave you with. I don't have much to say about this and I hope this post made sense. Hell, I'm just typing as I think. Wait, maybe that's the other way around? Whatever, point is, I have no point. Why?

14 inches and growing(amended)

So I'm pretty horrible at this blogging stuff. At least the part where I should be consistent about it. Some days I feel like I could write about 10 different topics. Other days, not so much. Last time, I wrote briefly about editing myself and how I hate doing that. Well, I'm not going to go on a rant like I started to do for that post. I didn't like how it sounded and I know it would have been taken wrong. I'll sum it up by basically saying this, I'm extremely glad I had surgery when I did. I'm glad I didn't wait any longer. I'm also saying this because I haven't had a single major problem with or from this surgery. Since July 1st I've lost 171lbs and still continuing to lose. If you are anything like me and has been a big person all their life and is at a very unhealthy weighty like I was, please try and have this surgery done. I know some insurances aren't all that great or maybe you don't have insurance at all. Trust me on this, you will feel the best you ever have in your life. Hell, I don't care how you lose the weight, just try and do it. Words can't describe how great I feel by dropping 171lbs. They can't. The amount of energy I feel throughout the day is amazing. I love the fact that I'm not as winded anymore so that I can enjoy my kids more. Words also can't describe how much hatred I have for myself, for letting myself get so big. I also don't want to think that what I say is so important they you will change your ways because of what I have to say. I'm not a fool. I just want you to know, that I'm extremely happy that I did change my life around and have the surgery. Easy way or not, I'm so thankful for the decision I made. If you are thinking of getting this surgery done, do your research. Ask your doctor about it and if you feel you aren't getting the answers you want to hear, go to another doctor. It's your decision in the end. My personal doctor was awesome and the people at Grand Traverse Surgery were amazing. I'll say this, make damn sure you are willing to put 110% into this. Don't think you can half ass it and expect to lose the weight. Probably the biggest thing about making this surgery work is exercising. Honestly. Which is what everyone should do anyways, but I obviously I wasn't burning the excess calories that I was taking in, so therefore, I got huge. To end this little rant, please start taking care of yourself. I wish I would have started a lot sooner, but I'm glad I did start before it was too late.

Ps, I find it funny that I said I wasn't going to go on a rant and then end it with "to end this little rant". I'm such a failure. Haha. Oh and the 14 inches and growing is the amount of inches I've lost since July. I still wear my size 52 waist belt. And instead of just subtracting 38 (which is what I wear now)from 52, I pulled out the measuring tape and measured. Yeah, I'm not the brightest. So anyways, you perverts, 14 is the amount of inches I've lost, not something else. :)