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Mission 44

The blog formerly known as "The Word Made Fresh." I'm still talking about my writing here, but the focus is now my journey to end obesity, reverse type-2 diabetes, and lead a happier and more productive life...all by my 44th birthday.

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September 22, 2013

Another blog about the life of another writer. Coming October 1. See you then.

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Day Unknown. Closing out the second phase of this blog.

April 11, 2019

Hello, friends! When I first began this blog, I imagined that it would be a daily record of this whole experience that I call Mission 44 . I wanted to share successes and record how I achieved them. I wanted to create something that was a reference that I could look to when I needed encouragement and direction, while at the same time serving as a tool for others who were looking for a way to lose weight and wanted to see how I finally managed to do it after failing so many times. My blog has not achieved those things...yet. My daily checklist has the word "blog" on it. It is almost never checked off. It also has the word "stretch" on it, and that doesn't get checked off either. These are two things that I aspire to. I will try to stretch every night beginning in Phase 4, which is about two weeks away. The daily blogging, however, is not going to happen. Sitting down and writing takes too much time, and to be a fiction writer and a daily blogger while being...

John Cusack, Man of Many Faces.

October 28, 2013

After majoring in beer for my first year of college, I decided that it would be in my best interest to leave and seek a fresh start someplace else. My parents suggested that I return home and finish an associate's degree at a community college in Ocala before attempting university life again. I agreed that it was probably my wisest choice and began moving my stuff back home. In the bottom of my bedroom closet I found a tightly packed Tyvek mailing envelope. It was full of the brochures and catalogues of the small private colleges that send mailings to every high school kid who can spell his name right on the SAT. (I'm not good at throwing things away; I find value in everything.) I had considered each of them, back when I was a high school scholar with promise, and they had all had been successful in painting a picture in my mind of walking amongst alluring green spaces and smiling in stately libraries with my beautiful friends. One by on...