In the last stage my chest went from feeling like fatty man-tits to smaller cupcakes of fat atop solid muscle, now interestingly it’s all blended together into some gel pack-feeling mass.
Just had a thought that maybe I should look for an occasion to visit with or host an old friend who has a 7 year old now, and was brought to reflect back on all those times in childhood family friends stayed in our guest room or we stopped in for dinner on vacation and I thought “who the fuck is this guy” and then was stuck waiting around forever while my parents had coffee and talked
Like, I keep up on news and social media, at this point if he wasn’t going outside to do hours of yard work every day I’m at a loss to explain what the old personality did all day.
Just a bit of reclined back to my chair and there’s no pressure between the bottom of my stomach and my lap attempting to occupy the same space, I don’t think I had even noticed that as a distinct thing.
Well, today there’s a more together-looking crew with a more professional-looking mini-backhoe and trucks, maybe the rougher scene yesterday was just for demolishing the old railroad-tie retaining wall.
“Oh, it was called ‘In Living Color’ ‘cause they were black.”
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Like, if you were a white suburban kid in the 90s it was definitely possible to walk away from that thinking of Jim Carrey (Fire Marshal Bill!) as the breakout star and not the Wayans Brothers.
Vaping weed and living with a blood pressure disorder both just mean you have to get used to soldering through for a few seconds when your whole world experience and mental functioning drops a few resolution levels for anoxia sometimes.
And there’s a pride in it – my cognizance can cope with my brain’s physicality affecting my experience of consciousness! That’s actually been really relevant lately!
Like, I do kinda figure that if this all was gonna happen to someone I might be the option that would get maximum value from it
I want to remind people that it being this normal for people to live into their 70s and 80s specifically postdates the postwar medical “War on Cancer” and the 1990s development of statins.
Okay the bottom edge of the stomach has continued to firm and by now it’s a solid shell. Perhaps I should have waited until now to mark the transition to “plain overweight”. Oh well.
Not everyone on their phones on social media is just looking at idiotic and pointless shit that’s corroding their brain and actively making them stupider.
Ok, more grass weeding, cleaned the bottom backyard so well there was nothing on the grass and mowed it, brought the felled mimosa branches to be chopped up.
Vaping weed and living with a blood pressure disorder both just mean you have to get used to soldering through for a few seconds when your whole world experience and mental functioning drops a few resolution levels for anoxia sometimes.
And there’s a pride in it – my cognizance can cope with my brain’s physicality affecting my experience of consciousness! That’s actually been really relevant lately!
