Getting my swag on ...

I need new pants ... bad.

Wait. Or is that getting my "sag" on? See, that's what happens when old people try to be cool and be down with the hip hop. Ahhh, Slang. I miss the old days. You know, when words like "fresh" and "funky" were in vogue. Ahem. Sorry. Tangent. Uhm .... weightloss. It's time to talk about weightloss:


I'm ONE POUND away from my goal! ONE POUND! So I've decided that I'm going to keep going and try to finish at 225. That's ten more pounds. Wish me luck.


I've noticed a few changes ... I'm walking upright again. Which is weird, because this has nothing to do with misplaced  or newfound confidence. It's gravity. It was hard to move and walk at the old weight. My gut was dragging me down. I can bounce up steps now without breaking a sweat and do these weird little "I'm-in-a-rush-so-let-me-sprint-a-couple-of-steps" without getting winded.

My wife's food rocks! Greens, tomatoes and
fried chicken for diner. Yum, Yum!

My beautiful wife is still cooking these super healthy and scrumptious meals. She's made this so easy for me. Thank you, sweetheart.


The big problem, of course, is how do I keep the weight off once I've reached the new goal? The holidays are gonna be tough. 


Maybe I'll start some exercise. I know! I'll practice Ninjitsu, the art of the ninja. The black outfit would do wonders for my new slim body. And wearing the suit would make me not want to gain weight. Because no one wants to see a fat Ninja. No one.


Something's missing from this post ... hmmm, let's see. Oh yeah, I completely forgot! Kennis, who izzz dah mastah? It's okay. You can say it. I'm awesome. That's right. I've got the glow. Sho'nuff! -- Time to get crunk and lose some weight, dude! I'll bring a box of Kleenex along to the comic book store (my treat) ... so that you can wipe away those tears as I spend your money.


Ahhh. Much better.


- Marcolm

Before and After: The Bigger-Me shopping for clothes at Kohl's
and the current and newly improved, slimmer Mini-Me.