Okay, went to the Dr. today to try to get to the bottom of some things. Have had a foggy head lately; have to read some things twice to make sure I got it right...and my back has been really botherin' me. So I go to the Dr. to get it checked out. He asks some questions, does a few simple tests, and wham, I get the refferals for a cat scan and an x- ray. Oh, forgot to mention the bloodwork. Why do I wind up doing all of this right after my appointment? Figured, "Hell, might as well do it while I'm here." This lady named Lenette helped me get out of there mad fast tho', thanks for the look out. Got all the aforementioned work done in less than an hour. Linda, the lady who did my cat scan, was mad cool.
During my visit, I found out that I miraculously put on 11 additional pounds, despite the fact I'm not eating. I attibute said weight gain to lack of usual fitness- conscious lifestyle. I even developed a little pot belly in the last couple of weeks, but don't tell anybody...especially me. Not sexy at all...have been doing crunches and other abdominal exercises since said discovery. Have vowed to destroy pot bell and return to eight pack in 6- 8 weeks. It's still there you know, it's just under a nice layer of newly found fat, or, "thick skin" as I like to call it when it's me I'm talking about.