Unfortunately, this is not a review of either the Frank Miller comic book or the film based on the comic book. I visited my doctor for the first time in two years this past Thursday about some sleep issues (like not getting any) and was weighed in by one of the lovely nurses. Granted, I was wearing clothes at the time, but my weight came to 298 pounds—just two shy of 300. The shock of hearing that number was like getting hit in the face with a wet trout.
Needless to say, Joe (my doctor) advised me that losing some weight would be within my best interests. So today I begin some cleaner living in the hopes of getting the weight down to something a bit more acceptable.