Believe.

One tiny sentence can do so much.

JoshuNoShougai (11:24:42 PM): Wow . . http://www.latimes.com/features/health/ Lots of good stuff here.
JoshuNoShougai (11:25:20 PM): Hah! One walk and I act like a fitness fanatic. Silly me.
ericmw1 (11:26:00 PM): whats wrong with getting excited about it? keep it up!
JoshuNoShougai (11:26:14 PM): Good point.
JoshuNoShougai (11:26:15 PM): Taken.
JoshuNoShougai (11:26:16 PM): ^_^

Heh. . . It’s so easy to over-rationalize life. He’s right! WHY NOT? I mean . . Why not be excited about something positive in my life? I’ve certainly been in a tizzy about the negative.

I’ve only known him online for a few days, but he’s already made a lasting contribution to my life that I refuse to forget.

I’ve been so disillusioned- feeling like my passion is gone.

Perhaps it’s time to make some more.

Eric is a great guy, and fantastic fundraiser.  He is raising money to help us fight AIDS, and will be cycling through the streets of San Francisco!   So, help him out!  Get off your ass and join the tons of people who have already donated!  Go here.  http://www.aidslifecycle.org/1550/

Oh, and by the way, boys. He’s single. Check him out- he’s hot! hahaha! http://www.biggercity.com/personals/view.aspx?id=44738

Peace.

Amazing.

I can’t describe it any other way.

Those following my blog will remember I have recently been diagnosed with low testosterone. Today was my first shot of Depotest – an anabolic steroid. If I were to sit here and describe the differences in my body compared to 24-hours ago, this would be my longest blog entry yet. My Doctor is a genius!

Within an hour of the shot, my voice deepened some, and my muscles began losing some of their inflammation. I laid down for a nap, and woke up, and I’m so amazed by how I feel, I keep pinching myself to verify it’s real.

It’s real. My roomie and I go on walks a couple times a week. Tonight, I followed our path, swung my arms the whole way, walked at an almost-jogging pace, and (because I was walking fast) finished in about 70% of our normal time.

I didn’t stop for a break ONCE. I had gotten so bad lately, that I was stopping for at least three breaks. Jeeeeeeesh . . One day . . . Just one day’s time did all of this . .

I’m not one to advocate the use of medication to treat problems, but this time, I was fucking wrong. It truly is MY miracle drug.

Low testosterone, in my case, was caused by Hemochromatosis (too much iron in my blood). I have pretty little iron filings in my brain- plugging up my pituitary gland, the one responsible for signaling the creation of Testosterone.

Until we can get the lil’ Iron filings out of my brain, I’ll count my lucky stars (and syringes!)

Peace.

I hate to admit it, but my life is dramatic.

I was just talking with my friend Sarah tonight, when I realized I’ve been through a lot.

Everyday life is “normal” to each one who experiences it, but after sitting back and looking at it, my life is damn near close to unbelievable.

Who else has a horror-movie-scary great grandmother who has like . . demonic things in her house . . has almost been murdered . .has taken a bus across the country . . has been to Disney World 16 times . . has a cruel sister. . mounting health problems . . AND an Elvis-obsessed aunt who ended up running away with an Elvis Impersonator?

Just me.