I'm going to be ramping my exercise times back up now... Ruh-Roh. Sounds like he's on a "high" in his manic depressive cycle. Wish someone would tell him he's going to plateau again, stop losing weight, get depressed, and start chasing his wife around the room with a big fork.
Take it easy LunchBox, slow and steady wins the race.
I had a conversation earlier today with the 404-pound guy who shovels grain at the local grain elevator five and a half days a week.
I mentioned it was probably time for the gigantic primitive to put away his computer toys and start reading the help-wanted advertisements, but expressed concern that stretch pants (or whatever those things are called) would hardly suffice as a job-hunting wardrobe.
The guy mentioned that Jerry Leonard's in Omaha, the "store for big and tall men," carries suits up to 84" in girth, and that surely Last Vegas would have a store similar.
I think it's time Jeanette stopped buying him gadgets, and started looking for some suitable job-hunting attire for the gigantic primitive.