I need to lose weight. My dad has diabetes and I am roughly turning into the same shape he was before he got healthy and lost weight. I do a lot of walking but that is just barely enough to keep up with my ridiculous diet of bacon cheeseburgers, cookies, and deep fried fat. I really don't want to get diabetes so I have to lose weight.
The thing is I don't feel old enough for this kind of stuff yet. I'm old enough not to get excited about summer anymore because I still have to work only now it's hot, but I'm not old enough to really take health issues seriously. I can't see me having a heart attack. I still watch cartoons and sometimes I pretend I'm an army guy. I can't have a heart attack like that, right?
I think I'm done playing world of warcraft. It's just not fun anymore. I've leveled a few characters all the way to the top and the only next step is to do their high-end raiding which requires more commitment than a navy seal and I just can't see myself doing that. I'm not DONE done. I'm sure I'll reactivate the account when exciting things happen, but I just don't have fun so why pay money for something I don't have any fun with like a light bill.
The only issue is my brother plays it and when we can play together it is really fun, but with life getting in the way we hardly ever have a chance to play.
Spring is here and I am dying because I'm allergic to all of the outdoors. In the winter I forget how bad it is and I look fondly for the summer when I can roll in the grass and run through the meadows, but when it gets warm enough I'm hold my head over a steamy sink trying to purge the pollen so I can not die.
I think part of it is my hair. Long hair could very well hold more dust and pollen to be transferred to my face, but it's impossible to tell.
My wife said my hair is too long which is probably a good a reason as any to cut it. Of course the problem with that is that everyone I see for the next six months will want to talk about it.
“Oh, hey! You cut your hair.”
“Yep.”
“When did you do that?”
“A while ago.”
“Wow... cut it all off, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Why did you do that? Just got tired of it?”
“I am joining the marines and, you know, standards and all.”
Then there are the people who take it personally.
“Oh, I liked it better long.”
“Sorry, I should have called you first.”
Or...
“Finally, it's time to grow up, eh?”
“Yeah. You are an inspiration to me and I want to be like you.”
I must be very vain. I look in the mirror and I don't see myself as fat, but when I see myself in a photo, it's awful. I hate looking at photos of myself because it's this fat guy. I hate looking at photos of me from a few years ago because the most obvious thing is how much fatter I am now.
Why don't I exorcise more? Because I'm lazy and would rather sit around. I guess there will be plenty of time to sit around when I lose a limb.
