Mark Redmond

So it didn't bother me too much when my daughter described me as chubby, "but solid" my wife chimed in. So I'm 5'8 1/2" (I swear I used to be 5'9", I must be shrinking, not a good sign), and I never worry about my weight until I top 200 lbs, which has only happened twice in my 41 years, I might added. So, back to the chubby comment. It didn't really bother me. Like most middle aged men, I realize that it is next to impossible to look sexy while driving a mini van. Plus, at 192 lbs, I am safely below my 200 lbs ceiling.

Then my other daughter dropped a bomb on me this weekend. At first, I didn't know what my wife and daughters where talking about until I asked for an explanation, and boy was that a mistake. I discovered that I have the misfortune of having moobs! No, that's not a typo. Moobs, otherwise know as MAN BOOBS! For the love of Pete (I never really figured out who Pete is, by the way), I have moobs. I don't care if I weigh 200 lbs or 100 lbs, am 18 or 85 years old, I don't want to be remembered as, "Oh, you remember him, he's the one with the man boobs". To hell with that. As soon as I get home tonight, that total gym is coming out of retirement. I intend to replace these moobs with muscle if it the last thing I do. Give me false teeth, a hairline that recedes to my collar, but please, save me from the curse of the moobs!

So it didn't bother me too much when my daughter described me as chubby, "but solid" my wife chimed in. So I'm 5'8 1/2" (I swear I used to be 5'9", I must be shrinking, not a good sign), and I never worry about my weight until I top 200 lbs, which has only happened twice in my 41 years, I might added. So, back to the chubby comment. It didn't really bother me. Like most middle aged men, I realize that it is next to impossible to look sexy while driving a mini van. Plus, at 192 lbs, I am safely below my 200 lbs ceiling.

Then my other daughter dropped a bomb on me this weekend. At first, I didn't know what my wife and daughters where talking about until I asked for an explanation, and boy was that a mistake. I discovered that I have the misfortune of having moobs! No, that's not a typo. Moobs, otherwise know as MAN BOOBS! For the love of Pete (I never really figured out who Pete is, by the way), I have moobs. I don't care if I weigh 200 lbs or 100 lbs, am 18 or 85 years old, I don't want to be remembered as, "Oh, you remember him, he's the one with the man boobs". To hell with that. As soon as I get home tonight, that total gym is coming out of retirement. I intend to replace these moobs with muscle if it the last thing I do. Give me false teeth, a hairline that recedes to my collar, but please, save me from the curse of the moobs!

Well, here it is, my new website. This is my first post on my own blog hosted on my own website. I am truly a novice. I don't have a clue as to what I am doing. But I am have a blast!

I hope to work out the kinks by the end of October, as I do not intend to continue using LiveJournal once my annual account expires. I have learned a lot in this first 24 hours and then if much more to come!

I know that no one is reading this post. I am just practicing.