Archive for August, 2011

2120 South Michigan Avenue

August 21, 2011

Saturday August 20th, 2011 – Chicago, IL

I never think I’m too old or too smart to learn something useful, and today I was given a major chance to get personally schooled by some masters of their field. I kept my yap shut tight and my ears open wide to allow their wisdom and expertise to take root in my brain.

Mike Preston called to ask if I’d be available to hold a camera as he interviewed George Thorogood for his cable TV show ‘Psychobabble’. Mike has been there when I needed his help, so the least I could do was return the favor. Plus, I really enjoy George Thorogood’s music. How difficult could it be to stand behind a camera and listen to a celebrity speak?

The last time Mike called it was to interview Burt Reynolds a couple of months ago at a theater in Naperville, IL. That was really exciting, other than the fact Mike’s camera had a technical problem and he couldn’t use the interview. The process of getting it was a blast.

Today was even better. The interview was held at Willie Dixon’s Blues Heaven at 2120 South Michigan Avenue in Chicago – the old Chess Records recording studio. It surprises me with all the touristy places I’ve seen in my life I hadn’t ever been there before today.

There’s a lot of history in that building, and some of the biggest records in history were recorded there like Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry and all kinds of others. I was in awe as I walked up the huge flight of stairs to the actual recording area where it all happened.

Willie Dixon was the producer brains behind it all, and by all accounts he was a genius. His lovely widow Marie is in charge now, and she took time to be interviewed right after our time with George Thorogood. She told some fascinating stories of Willie’s career and how he and many other blues artists got ripped off in their day. It’s sad, but very typical.

She was an absolute sweetheart, and thanked us for coming. Thanked US? We knew we should be thanking her, and we did – several times. George was also very down to earth in his demeanor and unbelievably deep in his vast knowledge of blues and music in general.

He was only supposed to do a ten minute interview, but he went way long and we loved every bit of it. He was interesting, funny and laid down a lot of great points as far as show business in general is concerned. He’s a big student of the game, and I stood in total awe.

Mike asked George about the name of his band ‘The Destroyers’, which we both agreed is a fabulous name. George said he just made it up on the phone as he was trying to nail a gig that was open after another band canceled. The booker asked the band’s name, and off the top of his head he said ‘The Destroyers’. He said he had no idea why he thought of it.

As it turns out, that name doesn’t translate well in foreign languages or for marketing or logo purposes. Bands like ‘Heart’ and ‘Kiss’ work very well apparently, and neither Mike nor I would have thought of it. I highly suggest taking a tour of the facilities whenever in the area. Their website is This was a wonderful unexpected treat.

Live At Lambeau

August 20, 2011

Friday August 19th, 2011 – Green Bay, WI

My friend Steve DeClark had an extra ticket for tonight’s Packers pre season game with the Arizona Cardinals and asked if I wanted to tag along. Even though the ticket cost way too much, I had to say yes. It wasn’t Steve’s fault as he didn’t set the price – the team did.

They can pretty much charge what they want, even in a bad economy. The Packers are a drug, and the NFL dispenses 32 different varieties. Baskin-Robbins only has 31 flavors of ice cream. For those of us that are hooked on pigskin, we’ll do what it takes to get a fix.

I don’t attend all that many games in person, but when I do it’s an experience that runs a gamut of emotions. It takes me right back to being a kid with my grandfather and actually caring about the game. I loved it. Now, my main focus is studying how it’s all marketed.

What a money machine the NFL is. I guess I realized that as a kid, but I was a lot more naïve then. I thought the players really did play for the love of the game, and cared about who won or lost as much as I did. They may have cared a little, but it’s all about business.

The crowd at an NFL football game is basically a giant studio audience for a TV show. I’ve been to TV tapings before, and they’ve always been free to get in. Not here. Even for a game that everyone knows beforehand doesn’t count, they’ll still rape us in our wallet.

And we pay up without even questioning it. Plus, we pay another $20 to park our car on some stranger’s front lawn. That person could have our cars stripped and sold by the time the game is half over, but we blindly trust and hand over the dough anyway. We’re sheep.

I’m embarrassed to admit I’m one of them, but I totally am. Once in a while I’ll feel the need to sit in the stands with the tens of thousands of other Packerholics and soak it all in for the three hours. That’s how long the buzz lasts, and then it’s over – until the next time.

Steve is also a comedian, and we figured out that it would take us 360 shows averaging 200 people to entertain as many bodies as were at the game tonight. That’s discouraging, but also fascinating. And not only did all they have to buy a ticket, most of them had on at least one article of clothing with the familiar Packer ‘G’. I know I did, and so did Steve.

I only had a t-shirt, and Steve wore a short sleeve polo shirt. We walked through the gift shop beforehand and saw t-shirts were $20 and polo shirts were $60. And that didn’t even count the THOUSANDS of player jerseys. The top quality replicas went for almost $300.

That’s insane, but we all went willingly. I noticed mostly jerseys of #12 Aaron Rodgers and #52 Clay Matthews. What I didn’t see was even ONE #4 Brett Favre jersey, and that was the biggest selling one by far for many years running. The NFL is raking in the loot.

Still, the experience was nothing but fun and even though it didn’t mean a damn thing the Packers won, it still made us giddy like little kids. I’m ashamed, but I’d do it again.

Larry The Legend

August 19, 2011

Thursday August 18th, 2011 – Fox Lake, IL

More sad news. Word trickled in from several sources a radio voice from my childhood in Milwaukee Larry ‘The Legend’ Johnson passed away. He was quite the celebrity in his day, and yet another master of marketing and self promotion I respected tremendously.

One of those who called to tell me was my childhood friend Robert Deglau. Robert and I went to sixth grade together at the Jackie Robinson Alternative Open Classroom school, an experimental concept that was supposed to let students learn at their own pace without interference from our teachers. It ended up being a license to screw off and waste time.

There was some opportunity for those who chose to take advantage, as we were allowed to take initiative and plan our own field trips on occasion. One that stands out even today was a trip to the studios of WZUU, the station where Larry The Legend was the superstar.

Robert was in my class and came along on the trip. There were only a few of us, but we had a blast. It was in the latter part of the morning, and we got a tour of the studios and an audience with news man extraordinaire David Haines. He was also a local king, and had a unique delivery that was totally his own. He was one of the best newscasters I ever heard.

He would describe events with minimal wordage, but maximum impact. For example, a murder would open a newscast with “DEAD…with LEAD… in his HEAD.” Another one of his great catch phrases was ‘Burnt toast and coffee time’ as he announced what time it was several times each hour with his big booming radio voice. He knew how to work it.

He was bigger than life on air, but took time to visit with us for quite a while and it was a total thrill. He told us funny stories and made us feel at home. It was time to go and we asked if Larry The Legend was still in the building. We were told he was but we wouldn’t be able to see him. Just then, almost on cue, he happened to walk right past us and say hi.

We were star struck, but Larry was extremely friendly. He even gave us each one of his trademark Duncan yo-yos he gave away on the air for a bit called ‘yo-yo of the day, week, month,’ or whatever. I don’t recall exactly what it was, but I clearly remember how much it meant to all of us to receive one. I’ll bet I kept mine more than twenty years afterward.

Robert went on to work in radio, as did I. He’s one of the top engineers in Milwaukee at Saga Communications and also hosts his own show called ‘Continental Showcase’ on Joy 1340. The show site is, and it’s a Milwaukee institution.

Would Robert and I have gotten into radio had we not gone to Jackie Robinson school? Most likely, but that field trip was something neither one of us ever forgot. We had been out of touch for years but one of the first things we brought up was how fun that field trip was in sixth grade. Larry really was a legend in our eyes, and his thoughtful act of giving two wide eyed kids yo yos of all things made an impact he’d never know. I heard he was in ill health for years, and was sorry to hear it. Thanks for the yo-yo, Larry. Rest in peace.

Vic Dunlop

August 17, 2011

Wednesday August 17th, 2011 – Fox Lake, IL

Got some sad news that a comedian friend of mine Vic Dunlop passed away. Vic was a lot of things, most notably a down to earth gentle soul. I first caught him on the TV show ‘Make Me Laugh’ in the ‘70s, and it was a thrill to get to know him years later in real life.

We first crossed paths when I lived in Salt Lake City in 2001. He was an in studio radio guest on our morning show and I remember how pleasantly surprised he was that I would be so familiar with his work. He had no idea I was a comic, and I didn’t tell him until we were on the air. We worked together quite a few times, and he was a genuinely nice man.

Vic was also very entrepreneurial. He did a bit with some plastic eyeballs that he turned into a goldmine, and I say that with the utmost respect. He ended up importing them from China and packaging them himself to sell after shows. He’d close with about a ten minute high energy bit with one joke after another about the eyeballs, and buyers would line up.

It was uncanny to watch those things fly out the door, and apparently he was able to buy himself a house in L.A. with the proceeds of that one gimmick. There are always the elite ‘purists’(translate: jealous) who make fun of anyone who doesn’t just do standup comedy, but from a marketing perspective this was sheer brilliance. Vic hit the marketing jackpot.

It’s the ultimate product – dirt cheap, easy to store, light to transport, and he made it part of his act so he became known for it. That’s pretty hard to beat. I love to study both comic and marketing techniques, and Vic Dunlop was an interesting case study on both fronts.

Whenever Vic would come to Salt Lake City I’d always make it a point to say hello and hang out whenever possible. He liked to talk about comedy and products, and was known for helping comics with their marketing. I was working on trying to market my ‘Be Funny Make Money’ comedy course at the time and he would always make helpful suggestions.

We kept in touch via email after I left Salt Lake City, and the last time we got to visit in person was a week when we were both back there working different Wiseguys locations. I remember driving from Ogden to Salt Lake City in a nasty blizzard to hang out with him.

Vic was also a diabetic. He lost a leg to the disease, and was just getting back out on the road the last time I saw him. Like any real comic, of course he had killer material about it. It made the audience howl with laughter, but I have to believe it wasn’t a picnic to have to deal with it off stage. Comedians get the lumps, audiences get the laughs. That’s the deal.

I hadn’t had contact with Vic in a while, and I’m sorry about that. I don’t claim we were inseparable buddies, but we did cross paths years ago and I was very impressed with quite a few things about him. I’d seen him on TV years before, and it was fun to get a chance to work with him and hang out. I also learned a lot from his entrepreneurial acumen, and I’m still impressed with how he turned those eyeballs into such a slickly marketed product. To lose such a wonderful guy in a world like this when we need comedy so badly is a shame.

Learning To Teach

August 17, 2011

Tuesday August 16th, 2011 – Dallas, TX/Palatine, IL

Elvis died on this date in 1977, and I’m still living. Elvis and I didn’t have very much in common, other than we both liked to eat greasy cheeseburgers into our 40s. He only made it to 42, so I guess beat him in that respect. That’s about it though. He won all the rest.

What a showbiz ride for the ages that guy had, but I wonder how much of it he was able to actually enjoy? There does come a point where too many good things are happening all at once to comprehend, even if I can’t relate to it from personal experience. It can happen.

Elvis had his problems, I have mine. He died young and left a legacy that’s still there to this day. His fans still love him, and he has created new ones after his death. His music is still around and will be for centuries. He made his mark, and then some. He’s a legend.

I almost died several times, but for whatever reason the universe has seen fit to have me hang out and try to navigate this wacked out planet, at least a little while longer. I’m still at a major loss trying to figure out exactly why that is, but I think I’ve at least got a hint.

At least part of the reason I think I’m here is to teach and mentor. Whenever I do, I get a major feeling of satisfaction, and it comes naturally to me. I love to help others, and I love it even more when I see the gleam in a student’s eye when a new concept finally clicks in.

I made it back from Dallas just in time to attend a workshop this evening for continuing education instructors at Harper College in Palatine, IL and I’m glad I did. It was a fun and very worthwhile event put on by some amazingly sharp people. This is where I want to be as far as creative energy, and I felt very much at home visiting with the other instructors.

I taught a comedy class at Harper last fall and thoroughly enjoyed it. There’s a different clientele entirely from those who take the Zanies classes, and I want to do both. These are people who are life long learners, and probably aren’t looking to go into show business as a career. That’s fine, but there are a lot more of those people and they create a big market.

One thing I really loved about tonight were back to back workshops that were especially designed to make us better teachers. Harper is offering ongoing training at no cost to raise our awareness on things I’m painfully inept at like computer technology and how to teach in a college environment. I plan on taking full advantage of it all and improving my class.

Performing is a privilege and so is teaching. It’s a service to humanity if done correctly, and that’s the only way I want to do it. Piecing together a half ass presentation on stage or in a classroom is not my idea of success. It’s a waste of everyone’s time, who needs that?

I may not have the success of an Elvis, and nobody may care on the day I die much less keep remembering the anniversary of it 34 years later, but he’s not around anymore and I am. The best way for me to spend that time as I see it is to make an effort to be of service to as many as I can with whatever abilities I’ve been given. I can’t sing, but I can teach.

Texas Toodeloo

August 16, 2011

Monday August 15th, 2011 – Ft. Worth, TX/Dallas, TX

My last day in Texas, at least for a while. I have bittersweet thoughts about this place. It has so many people, I have to believe I could make a living here and not have to leave the state. Musicians seem to be able to pull it off regularly. The music scene here is thriving.

I’ve always had fun in Texas, but I’ve only worked in Houston, El Paso and random one nighters here and there. For whatever reason, I’ve never gotten work at any clubs in towns like Austin, Dallas or San Antonio but I believe I could kick major ass in all those places.

I’ve been through those towns, but never pushed hard to get work because I didn‘t have to. I was always able to get as many bookings as I needed in the Midwest, closer to home. Why drive two days or buy a plane ticket that comes out of my pocket when I can work a gig two hours or less from where I live? There’s no real reason to, so that’s why I didn’t.

In retrospect, I wish I’d developed more relationships here. I hear nothing but wonderful things about the comedy scene in Austin, and San Antonio has history and character. Plus I really love brunettes and the Mexican sweeties and mixed blood variations are plentiful.

I’d love to do some tours here, but right now it’s not smart business. I live where I live, and that’s where I need to focus my attention. Traipsing around Texas would have been a lot more fun twenty years ago but I never got around to it. I had plenty of work elsewhere.

Dallas was where I was going to move in 1984 when I was just getting started. I tried to escape Milwaukee on a Greyhound bus, but I wasn’t ready just yet. It would still be a few years before I was prepared to make a jump like that, but I was proud of myself for trying.

I drove to Dallas with Tanner to check out the JFK museum and we drove right past the very same bus station I walked out of as a pie eyed dorky lad back in 1984. I wish I had a time travel machine so I could’ve seen myself and urged that lad to hang in there. I ended up getting right back on another bus that day and coming back to Milwaukee. I panicked.

I wonder what would have happened had I stayed? I’ve thought about that a lot. I could have scrounged up a job somewhere and a place to live and I know I eventually would’ve gotten into comedy anyway. I likely would have moved by now, but would have different friends I’d probably still have today and learned my craft from a different set of mentors.

That wasn’t the case. I came back to Milwaukee and did what I did. I would have had a laundry list of new mistakes, but who knows what breaks I would have caught? None of it matters a lick today, but I still can’t help but wonder how different it would’ve turned out.

Tanner really enjoyed the Kennedy tour. I’d seen it before, but I still think it’s a piece of American history and one of the most fascinating tours I’ve ever taken. It was fun to have a chance to hang with him and Cooper for these few days. They’ve had love and nurturing and aren’t the wandering, confused dented can I was at both of their ages. Good for them.

It’s Hard To Be Healthy

August 15, 2011

Sunday August 14th, 2011 – Fort Worth, TX

I think I’m part Superman. After a solid quarter century of power pounding the absolute worst foods imaginable into my innards – I’m still above ground to tell about it. That’s an outright miracle if you ask me. A mere mortal would have been pushing daisies years ago.

I’m finding it very difficult to believe just how horribly I ate for so many years, and I’m both ashamed of myself and glad I’m on a different path now. I was on the road to certain death, along with millions of other Americans who don’t heed the warning signals either.

This road trip is really hammering home how hard it is to eat even halfway healthy on a road schedule. It’s expensive, inconvenient and unpopular with most places and people to make it a consistent habit. No wonder I ended up in the hospital diagnosed with diabetes.

It takes constant effort to eat right and exercise every single day. I’ve only done it a few weeks, but it’s taken a ton of planning to do even that little bit. The results have been very well worth the effort though, and I’m thrilled I did it. This trip has driven that point home.

Between Chicago and Kansas City, I brought along some snacks for the car I’d probably not have taken in years past – at least not as my first choice. I had a bag of raw almonds, a half dozen hard boiled organic eggs, a small tub of cottage cheese and a bag of cherries. It lasted most of the way, and I didn’t eat the yolks of the eggs. I also had a Wendy’s chili.

I brought plenty of WATER too, when in the past I’d soak myself silly with sodas. That alone has to be the biggest difference, but the rest hasn’t hurt. I’m conscious of what I put into my pie hole now, and it’s making what I used to swallow seem even more disgusting.

Yesterday in Kansas City was all done in moderation. We hit a sports bar for lunch and I had a big salad loaded with fresh vegetables while everyone else either had a big sloppy cheeseburger or a gooey Reuben sandwich. No biggie. I’ve had my fill of those for a long time, and there are probably enough remnants in my intestines to reconstruct one of each.

For dinner we went to a barbecue joint. Hey, it’s Kansas City. I think it’s a law. I’ve had a six week run of eating really well, and I’d planned on treating myself just a little. I knew I was going to do it, but didn’t allow myself to go nuts. I had a side salad first to keep me at least a little healthy, and then a few baked beans to savor the flavor. No fries or corn.

We ordered full racks each of baby back and St. Louis style ribs, and some ‘burnt ends’ which is a Kansas City specialty. They’re the tips of beef ribs and absolutely scrumptious. Still, I only had small tastes off of each plate. I was proud of myself for staying on track.

A few hours later, my stomach started gurgling and I realized I’ve actually made eating well a habit. I was thrilled. The ribs were great, but I didn’t go crazy like I would have in the past. Then we got to Texas and the only thing open was Denny’s. Yikes. I had to look long and hard at the menu, and I ordered oatmeal and fresh fruit. I‘m changing my ways.

Overcoming Obstacles

August 14, 2011

Saturday August 13th, 2011 – Overland Park, KS/Ft. Worth, TX

Texas trip – take two. Kansas City was an ideal halfway point, and we received the royal welcome and more from the Agars’ friend and former real estate person Brian Martin. He went out of his way to not only make us feel welcome – he bought us lunch AND dinner.

We didn’t expect that, and were willing and expecting to take him and his three kids out for at least one of those meals if not both – but he insisted. It wasn’t necessary, but it sure was as appreciated. Brian’s kids and the Agar kids had been in a performance troupe that did plays and musicals at their church and know each other very well. They had a blast.

I didn’t want to get in the way of any of that, but it did push back our estimated time of departure to the point it threw our whole schedule off. I wasn’t in any hurry, but we were hoping to make it to Fort Worth, TX so if there was any car crisis we‘d be able to fix it.

The Skylark’s motor is rock solid, but the brakes were getting frighteningly spongy due to a lack of fluid. Nothing I know is so paralyzingly terrifying as to go to stop a car that’s traveling at top freeway speed and having the brake pedal sink to the floor with no results.

I’ve experienced this before, way more times than I needed to. None of it bothers me at this point, but this is Tanner and Cooper’s first real solo road trip and I sure don’t want to put either of them in danger. I’m here to chaperone and make sure we arrive in one piece.

The time passed quickly in the car as we went off on conversational tangents in several directions. One of them was Uranus Factory Outlet. Their generation will be a major part of my target audience, and we brainstormed about it most of the way through Oklahoma  and right on into Texas. Both of them had solid ideas from a point of view I don‘t have.

It was invigorating to stay awake in the car, and we expected to crash heavily when we made it to Fort Worth. Not to be. Every motel for miles was sold out, and we ended up in a parking lot of a Motel 6 at 5:30am with nowhere else to go. It was hot, sticky and none of us had the energy to do much of anything except try to lay back and grab a few winks.

Car sleep is never restful, especially after a several hundred mile all night drive through the muggy bayou backwater un-air conditioned swampish funk of Oklahoma and Texas. I wanted to stop and get a motel room in Oklahoma City, but Tanner wanted to make it to Fort Worth in case the car broke down. I shut my mouth and kept driving. It’s his choice.

We all woke up cranky, sore and smelled like the remnants of a rodeo. Tanner was a bit disillusioned, and had expected we’d easily find a room. I told him this is how life can go in the real world, and he’d better start to get used to it. His education was now beginning.

These are lessons we all have to learn. We might think we have solid plans, but life just laughs in our face and does what it wants. Then we have to deal with it – ready or not. I’m used to it by now, but Tanner and Cooper are just catching on. This world can be cruel.

K.C. And The Sunshine

August 14, 2011

Friday August 12th, 2011 – Overland Park, KS

Road trip. In years past, I might have put an exclamation point or maybe even two after those words, but now it just describes what it is – trying to get from point A to point B in as reasonable a time with as few catastrophes as possible. The thrill of it has long faded.

What hasn’t faded is the extreme satisfaction that comes with being able to help friends, and that’s the reason I’m spending this weekend driving from Cary, IL to Fort Worth, TX  with my friend Jerry Agar’s sons Tanner and Cooper as Tanner begins his college years.

Jerry and I have helped each other however we could for over twenty years now, and we aren’t keeping score. We do what we can, when we can. He helped me recently by letting me stay in his guest room as I healed up from my surgery, so this is no big deal. I’ve been a road warrior my whole life, and I’ve known Tanner and Cooper since they were born.

What makes it fun for me is to see how excited they are. It’s a coming of age adventure, and I want it to be a pleasant memory. Tanner is 19 and Cooper is 16, and they’ve always considered me their uncle. This is about as close to a fun family vacation as I’ll ever get.

The only drawback is, we’re taking it in a 1984 Buick Skylark with no air conditioning and an AM radio. It reminds me of one of my beaters, and I’m the perfect tour guide on a trip like this because if anything blows up (and it might at any moment) I’ll take care of it.

Jerry is originally from Canada and his aunt gave Tanner the car because she didn’t use it anymore. It has ridiculously low miles and actually runs great, but the lack of air will be murder once we start heading south to Texas. It’s not her fault – how often does a Canuck need air conditioning in the car? About as often as someone in Texas needs a toboggan.

I was supposed to pick the boys up at their house by 6 pm, but was running late with my errands and didn’t get there until 7. Jerry’s wife Ann is a wonderful mom, and this was an emotional moment for her as her oldest child went off to college. She wanted pictures and I can’t blame her, so that took a little while longer. I didn’t mind, and totally understood.

We finally said our goodbyes and got on the road, only to realize five minutes later that   Cooper had forgotten something he needed to bring along for his girlfriend, who’s father just got transferred to the Dallas area for his job. Tanner was impatient and frustrated and reminded me a lot of myself when I was that age. Eventually, we got it together and left.

The weather was absolutely perfect as we drove from Cary to I-55 and then I-70 out of St. Louis. I remember both of those kids in diapers, and now they took turns driving a car across the country. I felt old on one hand, but proud on the other. They’re both great kids.

We pulled into Kansas City at 5am on the dot, and are staying with the real estate agent who helped Jerry and Ann sell their house here. His name is Brian and it’s nice of him to put us up. We plan on leaving tomorrow night to avoid the furnace like heat. Fat chance.

Shock The Doc

August 12, 2011

Thursday August 11th, 2011 – Waukegan, IL

‘D’ day – as in doctor. It’s been five weeks since my last appointment and I’ve been at it constantly as far as changing my diet for the better and exercising. I’ve missed a couple of days, but only because I was too sore and tired from working out hard the day before. I’ve really stayed with it, probably as much or more than I’ve ever done in my adult lifetime.

I’ve still got miles to go in what’s going to be a life long marathon, but I’ve made major strides in just a few weeks and I feel a whole lot better for it. I’m sleeping better, thinking clearer and feel a total lifestyle change. This isn’t going to be a weak effort and then back to fast food feasts. I’m totally ready to eat this way for the rest of my life. I‘ve bought in.

The first thing they did was weigh me and I was horrified to see I only lost three pounds since my last visit. I couldn’t believe it. I worked out like a maniac and ate salads and fish and all I was supposed to. I feel fantastic, and people tell me I look good too. What gives?

I thought for sure I’d have dropped at least ten or fifteen pounds, but was stunned to see it only come out be a measly three. It took the wind out of my sail until the doctor walked in and told me how much better I look. I told him I only lost three pounds, and he told me it’s very common to not see a big drop in numbers the first few months of a new program.

He said the reason is I’m simultaneously taking off fat poundage and putting on muscle mass, even if it’s only in my legs from walking. He said he could tell immediately by just a quick glance that I’d been exercising, and I have. Then he asked how much insulin I’ve been taking, and I cringed and told him the truth – none. I expected to get a nasty lecture.

Instead, his eyes lit up and he said “Really? How about pills?” I told him I hadn’t had a pill prescription, and he gave me a high five and a big smile. “YOU sir, have done it! You have reversed Type 2 diabetes.” Then he went on to tell me how he didn’t think I’d pull it off, but I proved him wrong. I thanked him for his total confidence in me, and he laughed.

Apparently, very few who get diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes are willing to take the big plunge I did and do a complete lifestyle change, and they end up on medications for years. I’m not out of the water yet, and if I go back to how I was living before I’ll be right back where I started and I don’t want that. But for now, he’s taking me completely off insulin.

I’ve got another appointment in three months where he’ll take some blood and do a test of how the sugars are over a period of time, but I’m not worried. I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing, and get even better. I’ve been walking, now it’s time to take that farther.

I hope to add at least a little bit of running and some weight training in there too, and do better at eating breakfast every day. I can use a few supplements too. This isn’t time to lay low, it’s time to ramp it up. I’m starting to get in a groove, but I’m not there yet. Still, I’m doing a lot better than most and I have a chance to take it a lot farther if I will just stay the course. I floated out of the doctor’s office on a cloud, and I think we were both in shock.