A Lucky Guy

This afternoon we were driving down Evergreen when we past a gaggle of teens wandering down the sidewalk in what I'm sure they thought was their trendy finest; baggy pants, hoodies, boxers showing and enough hardware between them to stock an isle at Home Depot. Before I could make a comment, Michelle spoke up, "I guess Halloween's coming early this year."  

Yup, we're old.

This morning Michelle schooled me at the Gym. The lesson involved a balance ball, a medicine ball and a big dose of humility. Try standing on a giant bar of soap while someone throws a ten pound ball at you while you try not to fall off, fall over, or fall down. Hiring a personal trainer for Michelle has proven to be a great decision. The jury is still out as far as I'm concerned.

Good news, nobody does the hot tub after a workout better than I do.

Tomorrow is October 20th. Four months ago on June 20th I had weight loss surgery. As of this morning, I've lost eighty-three pounds and found more than I ever knew was missing. My life has changed in ways I never dreamed possible.

I truly am, a lucky guy.