Well, I hit my heaviest weight ever in March, 2016 after the divorce...288.6...pretty disgusted with myself. A few days before, I went to the urgent care clinic to have my wrist looked at...(turns out it was tendinitis from all the nail gun work remodeling the house)...and, the doc left the room, comes back in, and without saying a word, kneels down at my feet, takes a shoe off, takes that sock off, and begins to tie a tag around my toe. I took the hint.

I began immediately taking care of myself FOR me....and, recently, added another reason to my life to take care of myself for many years to come. I love her dearly and want at least 50 years together with her.