on the rim

 Hello, fellow Trojans, and acquaintances, past and present. I am writing a note as our 40th Class Reunion is coming this weekend. I am not sure that I would say that I am pumped up to go, as, looking at the list of confirmed attendees, I see few that I would consider close friends. Of course, to have close friends attending, would have meant that I had close friends in High School. There were a very few. So why attend?  Andy Smith, one of those selfless people among many many that have spent hours organizing the events laid out beautifully the why to attend. But suppose that you are someone that doesn't interact with people well, and, through no fault of those other students, has built a wall and moat around themselves, and perceive that no one would care if you showed. They care. We care. When you are approaching Social Security age, associations and cliques from your teen years may still exist, or may not, but life has changed many of us. Let me use me as an example. In Hig...

 While I have leveled off on my weight loss, it is a good place, and simply need to focus, and not blow off gains made in the past year. Here are the stats. When I started my pre-surgery diet, I weighed 359 pounds. I, of course, am embarrassed to state that, it was beyond the morbidly obese side of the world, and as I am getting older, knees, back, and hips, were feeling the strain of my daily walks, and while working at camp. When Camp began in 2021, I was 301.4. A loss of nearly 60 in just a little over 2 and 1/2 months. Already things were much easier for me, but would have to still be categorized as morbidly obese. When Camp and Pow Wow finished up, I checked in at 263. Waist size had dropped significantly, and nothing fit. I could still fudge the shirts, but button shirts made me look like an old little kid trying on his dads clothes. By October, I had lost another 30, and had to buy new shirts, and new pants, for the second time. As the weather was changing, it became ever mo...