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diet, skydiving October 29th, 2008
Ya so I haven’t kept up with posting about weight loss on a weekly schedule, oh well, been too busy skydiving!
So I’m down to 190 lbs, 53 total pounds have been shed. I am very happy with the progress. I haven’t been getting to the gym as much lately because of either skydiving or work. My goal is to get somewhere around 175, so I’m almost there.
People at work who haven’t seen me since I started loosing weight are taken by complete surprise, almost not recognizing me, hehe. Having to get all new clothes and actually dress somewhat nice probably didn’t help either.
Here’s hoping for blue skies for as long as possible this season!
Why Skydiving?
skydiving October 18th, 2008
I’ve started spreading the word about my new hobby, SKYDIVING BABY!!! The response has either been one of two things “AWESOME!!” or “ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!”. hahahha I love it 
So how did I get this crazy idea to jump out of airplanes? Well anybody who’s known me for a long time knows that I have always wanted to “fly like the birds”, flight has always intrigued me but since I can’t even go on roller coasters without getting motion sickness I never really pursued anything in the air except as a passenger on commercial flights.
I’ve always been the quiet person just having fun not doing anything crazy. I’ve never been an ‘out there’ type of person. Since I’ve started loosing weight and getting into shape I’ve moved myself out from behind the TV and getting more active outside. I started hiking again and that was a blast. Then I saw my Dad do his first skydiving tandem. He had a great time and it looked really fun.
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You know you’re a skydiver when…
skydiving October 15th, 2008
BOC goes from meaning “Blue Oyster Cult” to meaning “Bottom of Container”.
You’re making love to your partner and they whisper “I’ve never done this before” and you yell out “THAT’S a case of beer!”.
On cloudy/windy days you go to the drop zone anyway and bitch about the weather.
On cloudy/windy days you pull out your parachute and pack it just to say that you’ve done something skydiving-related.
You “dirt-dive”, “post-dive” and critique your love-making sessions.
The smell of bug spray makes you think of skydiving.
Whenever a passenger in a fast-moving car, you stick your head out the window and yell “FIVE LEFT” to the driver.
Whenever leaving an establishment you yell “DOOR” to all the patrons before opening the door.
You don’t own any clothing that you didn’t get at a boogie.
Every single one of your whuffo friends is to the point of wanting to kill you every time you mention skydiving.
You think of Jack Jeffries, Tamara Koyn and Norm Kent as “famous”.
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