Since I Am Not A Fan Of Small Talk, I'm Just Going To Say It.

My doctor changed the "recommendation" to an official "prescription," making my need to gain weight a command I have to follow. But there's no way I can gain a pound a week for twenty weeks at the rate I'm going. No matter how hard I try, it's difficult to expand my stomach to fit more food...either I start feeling nauseated or the food in front of me gets old and cold. The only thing I can think of is to eat high-fat, calorie-dense foods like nuts, Five Guys burgers and fries, or Krispy Kreme donuts.

And the whole gym "three times a week for a half-hour only" will be hard because I've been going for nearly twenty years, six to seven times a week, for about two hours per session, so this "prescription" feels like I practically have to quit.

I woke up this morning and layed in bed for nearly an hour thinking about what to do and eat today.

Oh yeah, one more thing: I'm giving up my driving privileges starting December 1st. So if you see me hitchhiking and pull over, yes, I'm going to kill you.