Remain Cool… Don’t Smoke… Don’t Drink… Walk!

4 years of recovery… ready?



When I turned 21 I was over 300lbs of butt-crack, beer, cigarettes, and bipolar meds. I realized I didn’t like any of that stuff anyway.

My babysitter nurse at OUR Homes in Lincoln wouldn’t let me stay home during adult daycare at Southville: the program of sitting on a couch all day and a peanut butter jelly sandwich for lunch.

She said you don’t have to go to daycare, but you can’t stay here. So I walked Lincoln bike trails and sidewalks 5-10 hours a day for 3 years and lost over 100lbs.

Update:
I kept the exercise going when I moved back in with my dad in 2010.

Of course he had me sent away (once in 2006 and again in 2010) because exercise is dangerous psychosis and the local Rock County deputy agrees. I hope they stroke out. Knock on wood because my dad won’t quit smoking + smoking inside his dump of a house, but no really, have a coronary you asshats.

July 2007 to April 2010 ^
Forced meds make me start over again.

To be continued at Rainbow Center
July 2011 to April 2016

I drank about 400 Dr.Peppers _ 2006 – 2010



December 1st, 2006, but really May 1984, but don’t give out your real information on the internet or I will hack you…


Better in khakis… though… this ^ Painted on the side of your house… until you re-hire my siding crew…
Kurt Cobain > Jesus Christ likeness in the blood ^ splat






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