Hi, I'm Kel Krehbiel. I'm a full-time dad and a part-time maker of cool things. I dig creating awesome stuff.
Over the course of my career, I've worked with great people to create amazing graphics for the web. Sadly, much of my work can't be shown due to contract (NDA) restrictions — and yeah, I take those very seriously.
I make amazing stuff, you take the credit for having made it possible. My assets will be helping to make things better, and that's win/win. Contact me for design help. I'm looking forward to helping with your project, whatever it may be.
I created iNeedaDocNow.com, a website for ER Dr. J.G. “Jay” Johnson, DO. This secure site allows Dr. Jay to provide urgent care services online.
I feel like I’m on some kind of micro roller coaster; my intake decisions are very clearly reflected on the face of the scale, which goes up and down accordingly. That analogy isn’t terrible because I’ve never been a fan of coasters.
I came across an online weight-loss challenge just a day before signups, so I threw my journey into the mix. Knowing that my efforts will contribute toward a greater goal is helpful, and checking in with strangers online about my own progress will be interesting. So far as I can tell, we’re trying to lose about 2.5 TONS before the challenge ends in 10 weeks.
I know that this is the honeymoon part of the dieting process. There’s a wall on the path somewhere beyond losing the ‘easy weight’. In the mean time, I must defend the pie hole from mindless hordes of soothsaying calories.
We ate the pie. We ordered the pizza and I, as usual, drank far too much of everything. I was surprised when I finally did weigh in after our fleeting brush with excess. Less than three pounds up, and they’ll be gone in no time.
Size is the only contributing factor toward my feeling generally unhealthy. The labs say I’m good, but sometimes I feel like there’s something very seriously wrong with me. There is, of course. Who are we kidding?
One week down, many to go. It feels like I’ve been doing this for much longer than I actually have. I’m guessing most things involving restraint feel that way.
There it goes, streaming out of me. It was harder for them to find the vein this time. Maybe that’s because there’s considerably more pudge on my arms than there was the last time, some three or four years ago.
I’m feeling pretty matter-of-fact about it. Either I have full on diabetes and will soon have the pleasure of seeing way more of my own blood than I’d like, or I don’t and keeping the sugars at bay will fix what’s been ailing me.
Heck, I could raid the toddlers stash. Nom me up some sugary loaded sweetness. I could use a straw to huff it right out of the bag. I could run to the store right now and get everything but an I.V. for the stuff.