I'm screaming my head off.
I'm getting better.
I am off the meds.
And I feel good about it.
I'm over doctors for now.
I'll extract what ever is in my system and move forward.
A break from diet pills won't be a bad thing.
My mother was a big lady.
Embarrasingly big.
And I was heading that way.
If I didn't watch myself, I'd be waddling.
Diabetes was hot on my heals.
Two hour power walks did nothing for my weight management.
Nothing.
I'd have to resort to science.
Speed.
It would take some getting use to.
It played with me.
We wrestled some.
Eventually, I mastered her.
We started setttling down to a cosy existence.
I'd use her as much as she'd use me.
We were going to shed pounds.
I never gave up on my focus.
Get more speed, lose more weight.
I'm highly focused like that.
It was working.
I was dropping the pounds.
And having amazing wanking sessions.
Oh yeah, this was rock'n'roll to the core.
