So here I am, technically 2 hours before I turn 34. Yeah! I am now no longer able to be considered young man, but still a few years from middle aged... Although my middle has spread quite a bit. So here I am, once again feasting on beer and frozen pizza, wondering where it all went wrong, how did I end up alone on a Friday night, with no friends asking to take me out the following night on my bday. It seems ever since the divorce, I can't get ahead personally, financially, or even physically.
I now weigh the most I ever have in my life. And the gym scares me beyond belief. Can't afford to buy some trendy gym shirts, so have to rely on t shirts i have already...one sec, diner bell going off...
