Drinking, walking, oblivion and 263

I've been walking on our treadmill lately.  Not the calm walk-after-dinner kind of walk, but the wring the sweat out of you and let you enjoy the endorphins afterwards kind of walk.  I can't do it outside 'cause it's too smoky from all the fires and it'd kill me.  I've walked in the past, and had good times thinking up new plot twists for the comic while I was doing it.  But not this time.  I'm actually working to push myself a bit.  I'm trying to get in shape, and the extra effort seems to push the happy-comic-thoughts right out of my head.  I've heard of people drinking themselves to oblivion, but this excercise thing really drives out anything you might want to be thinking about.  You can even get the nausea afterwards if you want, but I'm trying to avoid that this time 'round.

The whole reason for my get in shape and eat right push is my most recent visit to the doctor.  I had a fun blood test and my cholesterol came back at 263.  Great fun when your dad's side of the family has a long history of serious heart attacks.  So in order to avoid medicine, or at least limit my need for it I'm doing the walking thing.  Who knows, I might live longer.

In other death related news Michael Turner, the comic book artist, died just the other day.  He was a big inspiration to me.  I have posters of his art up all over my home office.  It makes me sad to think he won't be sharing his art with us any more.