..Just don’t ask me to move to Hawaii, or solve mysteries. Drive a Ferrari, yes please, I’ll take that, and oh, that fun helicopter as well. You may be asking, why Magnum? Well, in my past, and infrequent posts, I like to use algorithms, or some other literary device to add some interest. (Yes, I know I used a math term, it’s to tweak my wife ) This morning I confronted my nemesis, and he finally had some good news. I’ve lost 2.2 pounds since the last time I got on the scale. I am now officially in the double digits. 11.2 pounds down. That’s more then two bags of flour, just short of 1.5 gallons of water, or almost 3 64 oz. Super Big Gulps. That’s pure fat, gone! Feels good. My pants are fitting better, I can feel the difference moving around, I don’t get so tired, and I am even sleeping a little better.
So the journey continues, each step on step closer to #877. #877 does have some limits that I need to deal with, so here we go.