FatMan Journal Week #26
After six months—almost to the day—I’ve finally broken through the 300-pound barrier! When I started this journey, I was at 377 pounds. Today, I’m at 298. That’s 79 pounds lost. To put that into perspective, I’ve basically stopped carrying around a 10-gallon aquarium full of water, plus all its gravel and accessories (or so the AI tells me).
So, Where Have I Been?
I checked, and it’s been what—three months since my last update? There are a few reasons for that.
First, there’s what I call “Litton Standard Time.” I planned to post this “tomorrow,” which became next Thursday, then right after the holidays, then it was another month, and here we are. It’s kinda like procrastination, but with a twist: once I’ve planned and thought about doing something long enough, my brain acts like I’ve already done it. Not the greatest habit, I admit.
Then there were distractions. The holidays, traveling, work picking up, plus obsessions with the 3D printer and guitars. At the end of the day, I was just more interested in those things than writing.
But honestly? The biggest reason was probably that I didn’t want to keep telling y’all—once, twice, three times—that insurance is still evil, Lilly still claims they’re helping with pricing but really aren’t, and I’m still working to stay positive despite it all. That tape loop was starting to sound kinda worn.
But this milestone? This one’s worth posting about.
As for the medication and insurance drama, it’s pretty much the same nonsense. The pharmacy was still insisting on submitting my Zepbound prescription to insurance, getting denied, then canceling it—forcing me to go back to the doctor to have it resubmitted. For about a minute, I thought I was going the compounding route. I even found a promising local pharmacy. But they wanted me to jump through several hoops with a form to be filled out, (isn’t that what the prescription is for?) proof of payment, and then—plot twist—the FDA decided that Tirzepatide is no longer in short supply. Which means compounders won’t be making it anymore. So, if I went that route, I’d only get one month’s doses.
So, I switched to Amazon Pharmacy (because why not let Bezos have a piece of this mess, too?). Surprise, they had no issue filling it and delivered it to my Spacious West Albuquerque Bachelor Estate the next day.
Now, I’m hearing that the ban on compounding isn’t as cut and dry as they made it seem. I’m getting new info about a compounder in Texas. Stay tuned.
And then there’s the treadmill. It’s been waiting patiently, still in it’s box, out in the garage since July of 2023 (see: Litton Standard Time).
Over the holiday, the gurl cleaned my house, made some space in her old bedroom, and put down rubber flooring. Then, the boi came over, and together, we wrestled the treadmill into place. This was definitely a two-man job.
Getting it through the house, around three or four corners? A nightmare. Between him skipping straight to Step 3 of the assembly manual (ignoring the helpful illustrations) and my sciatica acting up, it took way longer than advertised. But hey—only one part ended up backward, and honestly? I don’t care enough to put on all that plastic trim. It wasn’t until after he left that I noticed that the treadmill has wheels. We could’ve just assembled it in the garage, tilted it up, and rolled it into place. The two of us ain’t real bright, but apparently, we’re kinda cute.
As for actually using the treadmill, I won’t lie—I haven’t been on it every single day. But I try not to skip more than one day in a row. Plus, the past couple of weeks, I’ve been going into the office more.
Since the chicken shack I usually badge through has been closed, I’ve had to park farther away and take the long way around. Actual directions: “Go down the ramp, follow that hall, turn left at the refrigerator.” So I’ve been getting some extra steps in whether I like it or not.
I’m going to wrap this up now and get on that treadmill. PROMISE!
…Right after I finish this beverage.
Litton Standard Time, right?