This year has been off to a very good start.   The Industrial Skills course that I’m taking is going extremely well. I’m picking up this forklift business pretty quickly. That was never really in doubt. I’m a very smart guy and love new challenges. Machines that I thought were tricky (Raymond Reach, for example) have been quickly conquered and I’m already helping out the others in my group with tips and suggestions. My trainer recognizes my ability to grasp everything at a faster rate and has offered a brand new challenge to accomplish!   During a tour of  a factory, he asked for and was given two RF scanners (for inventory control) which they gladly donated. Employers are...

I’m already slowly feeling the urge to fall back into the old routine.   This weekend, I will straight up admit that I haven’t worked out at all. I haven’t gone to the gym nor have I laced up the shoes to go for a walk. As bad as that is, it just gets worse.   I have a slight eating disorder. Self-diagnosed, of course. I’m definitely a binge eater. If I’m the slightest big hungry, I’ll subconsciously get WAY more than I should. It would be nothing for me to get a medium (or large) pizza with thick crust, an order of chicken nuggets, and four cans of Coke Zero. My nutrition is an absolute mess. If that’s...

“The general who wins the battle makes many calculations in his temple before the battle is fought.” – Sun Tzu   I’m not one for jumping into things blindly. Whether it be relationships or adventures. I have a (bad?) habit of over-thinking everything and trying to figure out every angle before I can continue. For example, I bought shoes the other day in preparation for the Rontastic Revolution and I spent nearly an hour just LOOKING at the shoes and trying to find something appealing. From there, it was a matter of selecting a few to try and whittling down the list further. Research is ALWAYS a necessity before doing anything. Leaving to go somewhere? I don’t stand outside in...

Angry.   I was standing in the changing room while buying some new pants when the feeling really hit. It seems all the other pants I own have either gotten way too snug or have developed holes. It was long over-due.   As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, it really showed the damage of how far I’ve let myself go. My gut hung from my torso and it left me somewhat speechless. Is this what people really see when they see me? I shouldn’t be this big. I’m not really all that tall and I’m rapidly approaching being DOUBLE my recommended body weight. That’s pretty disgusting. Words can’t even begin to describe how much that sickens...

I’m not known for having particularly good luck. In fact, if you’ve read this blog at all in its many iterations, you’d know that the majority of my posts often go on about how terrible my luck is. It’s been something I’ve wanted to change for quite some time. Today, dear reader, is that day. This story starts with pride. I’ve gone out of my way to avoid the “norm” and buck the trend of the majority of my family. I’ve been to college. I’ve worked in jobs that were “legit” and had a paper trail. I’ve avoided getting sucked into family drama. I’ve pretty much distanced myself from everything they are that I don’t want to be. Typing...