Under 180

I weigh 178 pounds.

I haven't weighed under 180 since I was in diapers. This is fucking amazing!

A month prior to knee replacement I exercised like a pig-donkey to get in shape for surgery and lose some weight. I started at 192 pounds. By the time of surgery I lost two whole pounds - down to 190 pounds.

Since surgery I have lost 12 more pounds and I am lovin't it (Kramer impersonation). It has been a long, long time since I got under 180. I am psyched and extremely motivated now to get down to 170. That's where I want to be. Unless I can do better, of course.

I am getting into dangerous territory here. Gaining confidence. Kicking ass while recovering from knee replacement surgery. Losing 14 pounds. Getting a taste for what I am actually capable of. Perhaps I am a God.

Perfect timing. I got more details of my life to get straight. To get in order so Carol and I can live worry free. Things I have to do and want to do. For us. And to soothe my battered ego.

And the hits just keep on coming.

The past year has been extraordinary. All kinds of good things have been cloud seeding my natural pessimism (realism), modifying my outlook to enthusiastically face and embrace hope and optimism.

My face feels so weird. What the fuck - am I having some kind of seizure? My cheeks are getting tight involuntarily. I'm scared - I'm almost 71 years old - anything can happen. What is this?

Oh my god, it's a smile. 

Is this what it feels like?

Pretty cool, baby - pretty damn cool.