So last night, Claire and I drove to Shawano, Wisconsin to say goodbye to my cousin Michael, who died last week. I haven't seen Michael since I was a kid and when we were looking at pictures of him, I pointed out the Michael I remembered. It was hard to see him in the casket, but I'm glad we went.
Both Claire and I noted that while Michael had health problems unrelated to his weight, he was still obese and that surely didn't make things any easier. He was 40 when he died and I'd like to live at least twice that.
So I don't know how I'm going to get there yet, but I know I'm going to get there. I'm going to be active, healthy, and happy for a good, long time yet.
Those brown things are some kind of fried mozzarella balls or cheese curds or something very anti-salad. While I couldn't resist all of them I only had two or three. Did I get these with this salad because I was in Wisconsin or because Applebee's always tries to sabotage dieters?