I'M FAT, AND SOME OTHER STUFF

Okay, the important stuff first. Barack won Guam by 7 votes. I can't ever remember an election year where Guam got so much coverage, lol. Weird thing is Guam's not allowed to cast votes for the actual election in November, but they play a role in the nominations.

Speaking of voting, our former traffic woman Nicole Salem has now made the top 8 in the WRIF Rock Girl contest. Apparently her having a penis didn't set her back the way I thought it would. GO NICOLE! Support her and keep her off the streets, because the sugar daddy she might otherwise have to latch onto could be your son.

Remember the story of Rudy so drunk he stumbled into the wrong and vacant apartment and he thought he was robbed? (see previous post) Well there's an update. What I didn't know at the time was that once he stumbled back out of there realizing his mistake, he left his keys inside. He got back to his apartment through the unlocked sliding glass door which is how this whole thing got started, and the only key he's had for a week and a half was his spare car key. No apartment key, no mailbox key, no key to his mom's house, etc.. I asked why didn't he just go back to the vacant apartment and see if the door was still unlocked and go in and fetch them. He said because he didn't remember where in his complex it was. I said why don't you go to the office and tell them. He said because he didn't want them to know he was that drunk. So today he saw a couple maintenance guys outside his apartment, his real apartment, and went to them for help. Rudy got his keys back. Let us know about your next train wreck Rudy.

You read this Goodman report on how the mayor should be removed from office? If not click here http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080505/NEWS01/80505023
And did you hear Kwame's response to this? His office is calling it a "witch hunt".
A witch hunt.
Kwame, witches weren't real. Scumbags are.

Okay, the weight thing. This is completely humiliating but I thought if I'm finally going to fix this problem in my life maybe by letting everyone in on it it might help keep me motivated not to quit on myself. I am in the worst shape of my life. My weight's been up and down for years. Being a type 1 diabetic doesn't help. When I first came to the old WKRK in August of 1999, my weight was disgustingly down...down to 138 pounds. For a six foot tall person, 138 pounds is not good. Well, neither is 252. I can't believe it myself but that's where I am right now. I'm completely embarrassed and disgusted with myself. I can use all the handy excuses about insulin putting weight on you which it does (see articles on diabulemia), but all that really means is I just needed to work that much harder than a healthy person to lose each pound, and I've failed myself miserably. Tomorrow morning I'm starting a Body for Life program. I was having great success with this last summer, but then they moved us suddenly to morning drive and it completely upended my sleep world and schedule, but while true its really just another excuse, and I fell away from it for 3 weeks. Then I got back into it full steam for one solid week, and at the end of that week, a Saturday, I was running my 3rd run of the week, when the ligament in my right foot went. Had to lay off it again, saw doctors, got orthotics for the shoes, blah blah blah, but in the end I just quit myself again. And here I am. So tomorrow morning I'm starting all over, and it is going to take a long time. But I must do this. I want to be able to play with my kids without getting tired. See them grow up. Not have people stop me asking for Louie Anderson's autograph. Okay, that one's a joke. But I thought if I publicly came out and admitted how horribly out of shape I've become, it might serve to keep my fat ass on track and fix this thing. So tomorrow at 6 am the fat war begins.