Wednesday, August 10, 2005
I weighed myself this evening and I weigh the most I've ever weighed in my life - as much as my almost-six-foot dad. (And twenty pounds more than my 6-1 brother, but I think that's his problem, not mine.) Does this mean I'm actually aging? And might have to pay half a mind to what I eat? Or should I just appreciate my larger-than-normal chest and get on with my life? Or is 29 a good age to actually, oh, start exercising?