Yesterday I stopped by a local sports bar/restaurant to get something to eat. This place has a lot of plasma TVs and good food and is a nice place to watch sports. Well, as I was leaving I recognized an older white-haired man sitting at the bar...
"Hi guy! Remember me? I met you last summer in late July. We were sitting here having drinks and watching the Tour De France. You may not recognize me because I'm a lot lighter now...120 lbs lighter!"
He stared for a moment and then replied "Yeah, I do remember.. Holy crap! You've lost a lot of weight! Good job!"
I distinctly remember my conversations with him last summer because I wondered if he thought I was just another big-talking drunk bragging about how good I used to be on the bike... I had told him about my battles with chronic illness over the last several years (pituitary failure) and how as a result I went from a very athletic 180lb bike rider to 330 lbs, but that someday I was sure I would get my fitness back. Yeah, I'm sure I sounded like so many people hanging out in bars talking about the 'good old days'...
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