It is Twenty Fifteen and for what appears to be the 45th consecutive year, I am still fat. That means I was in pretty good shape up to age twelve.
I weighed in at 222.9 this morning. No breathing problems today and I really want to get out and do some walking. But I'm kind of pussing out because of the weather. And today is a warm day relatively speaking.
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