Is God a woman, and Hall of Fame numbers???

Doesn’t it make sense that if God was a man, Twinkies and pizza would be healthy, and vegetables would cause high cholesterol and weight gain? McDonald’s French fries and double chocolate cake would have no calories, and cauliflower would carry the risk of what a bacon cheeseburger does today.  I rest my case.  And no, I am not uncomfortable talking about food on this journey.  Heck, it is food that brought me to the train station.

 

I went to the doctor yesterday.  I guess you could call it the necessary prelim to my journey.  I came away with good numbers, and a bad number.  My blood pressure was 124/77, and my heart rate was 66. Not bad at all.  Of course, then I was weighed.

 

My weight?  Well, if a major leaguer could bat my weight for a career, he would be bound for Cooperstown.  Ty Cobb, Rogers Hornsby, and Shoeless Joe Jackson (who should be in the Hall of Fame, sorry purists) all batted more than my weight.   Tris Speaker and Ted Williams hit pretty close to my weight.  Babe Ruth did not quite hit my weight, and though he was a big man, I don’t suspect he carried my weight either.

 

Am I ashamed of my weight?  I suppose a little.  I don’t much think about being ashamed, and don’t feel any stares at my back, if there are any.  I might a little as I contort my body, squeezing into the ridiculous confines of a coach seat on an airplane, wondering if some passenger is thinking “please don’t make me sit by him, the plane is crowded enough without this fat guy.”

 

I think my doctor remains skeptical of my journey, despite my making it a very open journey.  All I can do is to try.  And keep trying.  Starting with later today at the Wellness Center.

 

Thanks for stopping by.

~ by Ron Meyer on June 26, 2008.