Repair Yourself

I've been silent here for over a month. My goals changed. I'm dedicated to repairing my body and doing some important preventative maintenance in order to stave off some nasty genetic problems I may or may not be at risk for.

The most pressing of these is Diabetes. I was cautioned by my doctor that I came up Prediabetic. When you have blood work done, one of the things the people in lab coats check is your fasting blood glucose. Anything over 100 is a warning sign. I scored 101. For the record, anything over 125 means you're Diabetic. In my case, it's temporary. I'm just too fat. If I lose weight and get in shape and still fail the blood test, that's when it's set in stone.

Since it was caught early, I haven't had any damage done to my insides and can reverse it. In the process, I also make my heart stronger so I won't die at 55 like my Grandpa did (before he was brought back to life for another 20 years before dying for good from the same thing out of nowhere).

Truth is, I won't be doing much work that I can post about here for the next few months. I'm going to waive my fix debt while I'm doing this because each time I complete a workout, I live one fix longer and sharpen my mind that much more.

Plasma Fit - By The Powers of Fragwell

At this point, I've completed 164 miles on my trainer bike in two weeks. While there are a lot of cyclists who cover that in a week or even one day, they've been at this a lot longer. I will get to that point, but, for the rest of the year, I'm going to work on ruthlessly trashing and resurrecting my recumbent trainer and my 1988 Cannondale SM500.

With any luck, I'll flog them both as heavily as the Huffy Swamp Water I nuked the hell out of back in 1995. The Cannondale can take it. I'm not so sure about the trainer.