Thursday, January 11, 2018

Suicidal Choices

I reached the 220 pound mark again and that is when something drastic usually happens. So this happened. Yes, my first purely dedicated foodie blog. This is the latest attempt, just started moments ago, at creating enough motivation inside me to stop the year-long pig-out that put thirty pounds on this body. When I am not spending way too much money on eating out, I eat mostly canned foods because I've been living in a filthy environment. The body is showing signs of infection that has become chronic. I've seen five or six different doctors and so far, no diagnosis. Paging Dr. House. Yeah, so that's the bad news.

The good news is I am still playing softball and can run the bases, though it is getting more dangerous fielding my position as the reflexes have markedly slowed. Not doing any exercise except softball and eating my way into fatness is helping the negative aspects of the aging process. Some self-pity, some laziness, some over-working and limited time, and this living environment all put a lot of challenges against me, but I am the fool making the suicidal choices.

So the body's chronic challenge is is anal. That is, a chronic irritation, pain when defecating, bleeding, burning, and a whole lot of farting going on. Diet plays a role, for sure, but I am concerned there is something else going on. Fissures, Ulcerative Proctitis, something else. I sit too much, that is for sure. Sugar is likely high,

Maybe I'll get into more detail another time, I'll give into fatigue for now.

Narf :)