Ohai

Stock-taking is dangerous, because ultimately you come to stunning realizations, like "Oh shit -- I'm almost 40, and I'm fat".  Both of them sort of crept up on me -- I mean, I was aware of the years and the pounds piling on, but not to what (great) extent. 

I can't do anything about my age, but I'm committed to being less of a giant fatass.  The thing is, I have a pretty decent situation.  I've got a Guy who adores me and would cross hot coals to stroke my hair on a bad day.  A Dog who despite his advanced years and overwhelming goofiness thinks we're the bees knees. A Place, which fits Guy, Dog, and I comfortably.  A Job which does all the things a job is supposed to do.  But if I don't do something to address the fatassery, I'm not going to be around for very long to enjoy all of them.

So here's the dealy -- I'm going to write about stuff.  Some of it will be related to my effort to be less Jabba T. Hutt and more Joan Holloway.  Some of it will be random musings, complaints, and general bullshit.  You may find it comical, poignant, boring, inspiring, or hackneyed depending on the day.  What you will always find it me being is honest, direct, and polite.  I humbly ask that you be the same in response.