Bitching and moaning.

It is late afternoon.   I am fifty years old.   I have deep worry lines on my forehead.   I have a double chin that wants to be triple.  My bowels function like an an old Ford tempo.   My nether regions itch.   I have a psoriasis patch along my belt-line.  I cannot squat without feeling a deep ache in the left ball/socket joint of my pelvis.  My knees feel week.   My lower back hurts.  I have dark circles under my eyes.  I am a breeding ground of skin tags. My beautiful dark hair is developing a skunk stripe.

I cough a lot.  I drink too much…way too much.

I eat too much…way too much.

I just stood on the scale.  259.5 pounds.

I haven’t exercised regularly in a year.

The sun is setting…