Buffarillos R Us

We have become a nation of obeasts.

Well ... I've always been one — but too many of you others have joined the ranks and now those thunder thighs go boom boom boom down the sidewalk or rub panty hose going switch switch switch together to the point that Ive started walking in an attempt to leave this company yet again ...

Last time I shaped up was just outside of the navy when I went crazy for the heat and sweat of the roadwork.

Now I just walk around in an attempt not to stroke out or go into cardiac arrest from the exertion.

Suffice it to say I likely have less weight to loose, per se and more shaping up to do in the spirit of that "big ugly bag of mostly water" I must have become yet again.

I hope you do well in your pursuits be they something you construe as improvement ... or maintenance of the status quo if that floats your boat.

I think my alarm stems from the profuse sweating I've been doing at the drop of a hat since the weather turned so hot and humid round about the end of May.

Hopefully I'll lose this alarmed state soon.