No one likes health insurance, at least not in the United States of America.

All health insurance is terrible.

And I’ve been dealing with this weird arm numbness and biceps pain issue for months.

And after trying all the physical therapy and everything else, the doctor’s like, we need to do an MRI.

And of course, the insurance company said, no, we denied the MRI.

And so the doctor’s office called me and said, the doctor will be appealing it on Friday.

But call our office before we close on Friday at five.

So call us around 440.

I was like, no, I’m definitely going to call you earlier than that, to make sure he remembers to do it.

I’m like, great.

Thank you for instilling me with all that confidence in the good old doc.

But hopefully I can get that MRI soon.

And I’ve been trying to understand what could the MRI show?

And then what would it be?

Because I don’t want to prescribe more physical therapy since the physical therapy didn’t work.

But I’m really tired of my arm hurting all the time.

My recommendation to you is don’t have your arm hurt all the time.

It’s no fun.

You’re daily Lex.

I got a haircut today and a beard trim.

The beard looks decidedly more kempt than it did before.

What I would say, it looked somewhat unkempt, my friends, because I’m growing it out and I don’t have anything I can trim it with at its current length.

And I said, I have to keep the beard the same ridiculous length, but as much narrower, tighter, whatever, as necessary to make it all be even.

And they understood.

And the person who was cutting my hair, it was the same shop I’ve gone to the past several times.

It was a new person.

And he was very soft spoken.

So when he would ask me to turn my head a certain way or whatever, I had no idea what he was saying.

And I said, say again?

And I noted that more than once I said, say again, which was not an expression that I knew I said, but there it was, say again, as in could you please repeat that louder?

And we got it all done.

And he’s doing the hair.

And of course, as with most people, when I left the barber, I had to fix my hair because he didn’t have a comb.

In fact, he used a comb, whereas I don’t use a comb, I use my fingers.

But so when he’s all done and he’s done trimming the beard, whatever, he’s like, what do you think?

And I take a look and I’m like, looks great.

Great job.

And then I felt weird about it.

Like, was I just complimenting myself when I said, like, looks great?

Am I saying that I myself look great?

Like, am I complimenting my own handsomeness?

And got over it.

And the guy who owns the shop, who I’ve had cut my hair before, he turns around because he hears that it’s that moment of evaluating the haircut.

And he takes a look and he’s like, oh, it looks good.

I like that.

It’s like, it’s, you know, natural and clean at the same time.

Natural or referring to massive beard growth.

And of course, I was like, yeah, I don’t like it.

And here’s why I have it, blah, blah, blah.

And then I noted that both he and the person cutting my hair had beards, but they didn’t have massive beards like I currently do.

They had, like, kempt beards.

Again, like, not just kempt like mine post-barber visit, but not quite as long and bushy.

Now, I don’t have, like, an insane Amish person beard.

Not denigrating the Amish, but they don’t listen to podcasts anyway, so maybe I am.

But the, you know, this beard is just so long.

Like, when I put my hand in it, even now, post-cleanup, it’s so long.

Like, I can grab so much beard that’s not on any skin.

I mean, I guess the end of it.

You get what I mean.

It’s a big beard, is my point.

I will not miss it.

I will not miss it at all.

It’s been a very unusual day for me on the work front, just in that I had such a weird smattering of meetings.

My meetings typically are, you know, meeting break, meeting break, or meeting, meeting, meeting, meeting.

But today was like two morning meetings, and then a huge break, and then a meeting, and then a huge break, and then I have a meeting in 40 minutes from now, which will be 5 p.m.

Eastern.

It’s very rare that I end up with 5 p.m.

Eastern calls, because I don’t typically offer it up as a time, but this was a meeting that I really needed, so I agreed.

It’s fine.

I have no problem with a 5 p.m.

meeting per se.

It’s just that, like, when you work for home and you work for yourself, like, 5 p.m.

meeting, get out of here.

So I guess I do have a problem with it, but I’m always happy to do them if a client needs.

You get it.

You understand.

So on my final chaotic topic of the day, and I guess the topics aren’t chaotic, but the assemblance of these topics is a bit chaotic, I was at 192 yesterday and 192 again today on the scale, which is good.

That’s consistency.

Consistency is a good thing.

But I am just two pounds away from my initial target weight, and I guess that makes it roughly seven pounds away from my updated target weight, and it feels like I’m actually going to do it.

So that’s good.

I really want to get it done before July, and I think I can do that too.

Yeah, I mean, if I’m doing one and a half pounds a week, it should work out.

The math should just barely work out.

The worst part of my weight loss journey, it takes, obviously, there’s discipline in not eating sometimes when you would like to eat.

When you’re in a caloric deficit intentionally and you’re trying to lose weight, the discipline of not eating is harder than the discipline of working out.

I don’t always love working out.

I posted about that on Mastodon yesterday.

There’s times where I have to yell at myself to do it, but I’ll always do it.

But sometimes you’re hungry and you don’t eat.

That’s hard.

But the worst part is measuring stuff.

That food scale of mine gets a lot of use right now, and I hate it.

There’s various folks doing the vibe-coding equivalent of calorie tracking for foods, where they’re like, take a photo of your food and we’ll analyze it.

But AI can’t do that and probably never can, is my guess.

I can’t take a snapshot of my oatmeal and have you know if it’s protein-enriched oatmeal or not.

You can’t tell just by looking at it, you dumb AI.

And I need precise numbers because it really all comes down to the precise numbers of calories.

So weighing all my food all the time is very annoying and tiresome, and I would say I won’t miss it when I’m done, but I don’t know when I’ll be done because I’m going to go into the metabolic rebuild phase before I’m adding calories back in, and then I’ve got to maintain.

And eyeballing how much chicken you’re getting or how much yogurt you’re putting into a bowl or whatever, I have generous eyeballs.

Many people are saying I have generous eyeballs.

So I think I might end up measuring my food for a long time, which sucks.

But being healthy doesn’t.

Was that hokey enough for you?

Lex.