I have been on the Atkins Diet for three weeks. I hate it. I don’t endorse it. And I’m convinced it’s an unhealthy way to diet.
I’ve lost ten pounds in three weeks.
Today I was not on the Atkins Diet. Today I ate about fifteen pieces of pizza from my new favorite pizza place, The Chunky Tomato in Bristol.
I stuck my face into the center of the pie and kept chewing until my mouth was too stuffed to continue. When I was full, I ate some more.
Monday I’ll start Atkins again and stay with it for another ten pounds… then I’ll stuff my face again for a day.
Yeah… I can do that.
We spent a few hours visiting (and eating large amounts of pizza) with my dad today.
He’s at the New Britain Hospital for Special Care and although he has a long road to go, he should be leaving by early August.
His spirits were very high today and it was a very enjoyable afternoon as he was able to spend a couple hours in his wheelchair. We stayed outside for most of the visit despite a few sprinkles and wind.
It’s great for… umm… whatever they use it for. It is not so great as a wiffle ball bat.
The eleven year-old boy found that out the hard way on Tuesday.
He was at a friends house when another of his friends picked up a length of the thick plastic piping and began swinging it like a baseball bat.
It slid out of the kid’s hands and speared the eleven year-old in the mouth.
He said he thought it was his good luck shirt until he got smacked in the mouth. I told him it still was. He could have been struck in the eye or the throat. I’m wondering when we’ll see the shirt on him again.
In the ER he was given three layers of stitches. He was very brave… not a single tear.
I wanted to puke. When I first looked at the lip, I could see his teeth right through the hole.
His braces saved him from having extensive damage to his teeth. A few short weeks ago his orthodontist was thrilled about how nicely and ahead of schedule he was.
He’s now behind schedule. His front tooth may need a root canal to save it.
He’ll most likely need some type of cosmetic surgery in another year. There’s no way he won’t end up with some pretty good scarring.
His friend who was on the other side of the PVC pipe and his mom came over to visit him today. The friend has been through a lot in the past year or so. He had a tumor removed from his face. Half of his little face is paralyzed. He’s been back and forth to Boston for treatments. He’s had to have a nerve transplanted from his face to his brain.
We told him that we liked him before this accident and we like him just as much now. It was just a freaky little accident and we don’t blame him.
A brave little boy like that has enough to worry about.
I don’t think any of them will be swinging for the backyard fences with anything less than a plasic baseball bat.
Here is a picture of the big guy the day after getting his stitches. Once they are taken out, I’ll post another pic.
I just saw a fantastic piece on ESPN about the late Payne Stewart’s son, Aaron. Go to ESPN.com and type in the keyword: AARON STEWART.