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qxork.com

So, you ever give out an email address and the person questions the spelling, asks you to repeat the work, or just in someway makes it a non-pleasurable experience? Of course you have… Well, after explaining that it was “m like mary” and “2 r’s in Forrest” for the last time, I decided to get a really small domain with letters that don’t sound like other letters (ie no m, n, c, d, e, t, etc.).

Since there weren’t many 3 or 4 letter domains to be found, the new domain is… q x o r k. “Hi, I’m Fred. Send it to Fred at q x o r k dot com.” Yes, it doesn’t pronounce. Yes it doesn’t mean anything… but also… Yes, it’s easy to say clearly on the first time. There’s not much to the site… think of it as a Fred Posner gateway if you will… with links to my sites and contact information. Check it out at www.qxork.com.

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Ah, nothing brings a sense of wonder to me than the effectiveness of our Federal Government. Read the rest of this entry »

Baby Forrest and Thin Fred

Ah… getting older. I’ve noticed that as I have aged, the hair line recedes and the gut expands. Not truly the look I dreamed about as I pictured myself approaching forty, but the look I’ve achieved nonetheless. Speaking of forty…

Jimmy Buffett’s “A Pirate Looks at Forty” remains one of my all time favorite songs. I don’t know why, but for more than 20 years I just have simply loved that song. The thought of now being closer to 40 than 30 brings a different appreciation of the song… and well… just is simply an odd feeling. Anyway, as usual I digress…

So, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve well… I’ve become more rotund. I’ve posted and written about it many times. Hell, I even have a website called Fat Freddy Says. But the reality remains, that I’m bigger than I want to be and it’s not my coat that makes me look fat. The other month, Yeni and I bought a Read the rest of this entry »

We arrived in Chattanooga, TN around 5 PM to join Patrick, Jessi, and Fat Baby for dinner. Yeni and I shared the “pasta lovers” plate which was loaded with great meat and mushrooms. After enjoying a cannoli for dessert, Yeni took over driving and we’re now in Georgia. With luck we will be in South Florida within 15 hours.

The 2008 Mother of May Weekend has come and gone — with only pictures and memories remaining.

I’ve posted the pictures on my picasa page, located here:

• http://picasaweb.google.com/fatfreddysays/MotherSDay2008

I think some of the photos of Grandma, Yeni, Mom, and my sister are the best. I love the one of my sister at the computer and of some of the ones of Yeni really came out nice in black and white.

Day 3 of eating “right” and I think the fiber is starting to get to me… but that’s a story for another day.

Until Dunkin Donuts opens 24/7, Steak ‘n Shake is the shizit. Speaking of which… how can you have a Dunkin Donuts not open 24/7? I mean… c’mon! Oh well… short and sweet post today.

Since Forrest died, I’ve put on 15 pounds or so and it’s time to get back to losing weight again. I was doing pretty well… lost 30+, and it’s time to get back on track.

I lucked out with a great gift this year (from Martin) which was home delivery of pre-made low-carb meals. The first week’s worth arrived today and the first meal starts tomorrow. I’m on the 20g of carb or less per day so we’ll see how it goes.

Last time, the goal was 0 carbs / day, so hopefully the 20 ceiling will still be effective.

Well… the diet is still going on (and on and on) and yes… I know it’s only been 2 days, but I’ve phased out a lot of corn syrup and other crap. So, the one vice I’ve allowed myself is a nightly drink. But how can I make my favorite drink (bourbon and diet) without Diet Pepsi? The answer is my OLD favorite drink… the Bourbon Sour.

I’ve modified it slightly…

2 ounces Bourbon
1-2 ounces Lemon Juice
Splash of Lime Juice
Splenda to taste
Shake well, server over ice, and smile.

It’s getting ridiculous again. Sometimes I feel like I’m out of breath just walking to the pisser or to get up and get the phone. So, I’ve always said that sometimes you need to hit rock bottom before you realize how far you’ve fallen.

Well, if I’m not at rock bottom now, then the next step is diabetes or a feart attack. So, let’s try to avert that and stop eating canoli’s like they’re going out of style.

I’m going to try to start moving my fat ass and burning some calories the old fashioned way… by exercising and eating less.

Anyway… here’s to nothing!

Doc Shenkman has a saying that he… well, he says it often— It’s not my jacket that makes me look fat. The implication of course is that it’s your fat that makes you look fat.

Well, it’s hard to believe that in 2000 I was much thinner and had a full head of hair. I can’t control the receding hairline, I can’t control that my facial hair is going grey. But I can control the fact that I’m more Fat Bastard than Dr. Evil.

It wasn’t joining the 48 ounce club at Shula’s on Sunday… It wasn’t pizza and ice cream last night… It took an actual dream that’s made me make my need for weight loss more of a priority. When you dream that you’re too fat, you know you’re too fat.

So, the next time you hear me yelling that it’s cannoli time or see me devouring more food than what a man should eat, kindly remind me that it’s not my jacket making me look fat.