- Fasting Blood Glucose level: 100 ml/dg. Sweet.
- Weight: 190 lbs. Sigh
- Exercise: 45 minutes on the bike. Nice, sweaty ride.
- Mood: 7.00. Damned pound is ruining my day.
- Breakfast: Texas Ruby Red grapefruit, two wedges of corn bread. The Charming Mrs. SWMBO made some corn bread last Sunday and it is time it were gone. Fresh baked goods - the real stuff, the stuff not design to sit on a store's shelf for more than a day or the that made at home - do not have a long shelf life.
- Lunch: Leftover pasta and sauce
- Dinner: Pizza. One slice.
- Snacks: A few chips and cracker
Welcome to Ohio: A morbidly obese man two years ago plopped himself on his recliner and stayed there, as in did not get out of it, as in decided not to move off of it. He chose to live that way. Heck of a decision there, guy.
He lived with two other adults, one described as his girlfriend, and neither did anything to help him. There was no signs of abuse. He just wanted to sit in that chair and he became part of it. The fabric from the recliner fused to his behind. I guess that is the body part fused to the fabric, as the article does not say where it fused.
He and the recliner, one.
When he became even more ill and need to go to the hospital, paramedics had to cut a hole in the wall to get him out of the house and the part of the recliner's fabric that had fused to his behind went to the hospital with him.
The filth and the stench were overpowering it is reported. Imagine that.
I guess the guy has never heard of Michelle Obama's get up and move program.
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