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…