My Weight... The VA... etc

Note: I can't spell worth a damn and my grammar's not too good either... oh well! I weighed-in on Monday at 211.2 lbs. Un-freaking-cool! I have been really having a hard time with my weight over the past few months. I've got to get it under control. I weighed-in this morning at 209.0 lbs. At least it's a little less. I need to drop at least 10 lbs before I mobilize. And yes... I'm going to get mob'ed, probably 1 September. Hell, I might even get orders sooner to help do all of the coordination required to get us to the mob station. I've heard from my buddies that they've all lost weight over in Iraq. My buddy Homer's lost 15lbs and he didn't really have 15 to lose. When I was in DS/DS I lost about 10 lbs. The desert heat with all of that gear does it to you. Anyway, anything I lose now will likely make things a little easier on me when I get there. Right now (and I am late getting out the door because I am goofing off writing this) I am supposed to be heading over to the VA hospital to take some more field measurements for the new elevator tower we are designing at my civilian job at Technicon It's kind of cool and disturbing being over there because on the one hand... I see all of these old guys (and some not so old guys) proudly wearing there CIB's, names of the ships they served on, unit pins and stuff like that on their baseball hats or on their shirts. I can see the pride that a lot of them have. It seems that many of them are there because they're just sick and it's a hospital. But there are a few that have lost limbs and I can tell that they paid a heavy price for freedom. So, it does make me wonder how things will go for me and my guys once we get there. I do a lot of thinking over there between reading the tape measure and scribbling on my drawings. Crap, I am really running late.