Thirty Six Pounds

Dearest Relations,

Yes, I did bring this subject up in brief on the previous communique, so I thought I would bring the subject up on an entry of its own. So here I go...

...wait! I am listening to the Bomb Raid Alarms of my childhood!. Those Cold War propaganda movies and talk that struck fear in all of our children. Including this child. Good-goodness it's so damned loud. If I was a child I would be running for cover in a closet or under a desk. I don't know why I am going through these changes right now. I mean, good God, Bomb Raid Alarms?! WTF, will I hear in my deaf ear again is well beyond me. And that's a fact.

(The Wound hurts me something awful bad).

I am pleased to report that I have lost thirty six pounds since late March. March 26th that is. 2012.That was the day of surgery prior to the one that just took place on this past Monday, 04 June 2012. I'll visit and have talk with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain tomorrow morning.

Back to the weight piece...

...yes, I have lost thirty six pounds from this body and frame of mine. My weight did spike just for a day or two due to hospital stay, but all appears good to go with the continuation of losing fat and weight that is fat. I am wanting to lose at least thirty more pounds, then I'll discuss this with Kin and my alter''s. It's simple like that, ya know?

I will eventually share my starting weight. I'm just a bit too embarrassed to share that yet.

Alright then, I'll take a symbolic trip to the super market and release these pounds along the isles from whence they came...

#1, One, five pound bag of rice.
#2. One, ten pound sack of potatoes.
#3. One, ten pound bag flour.
#4. One, ten pound turkey.
#5. One, one pound tub of butter...

..."or", now that I think about it, "thirty six", one pound boxes of butter sticks...

..."or", one whole turkey. I've seen them because Dad would buy us one for Thanksgiving. Sometimes for Christmas too...

...imagine a thirty six pound of turkey, just up and leaving your body.

Honey, please.