This last year has seen some big changes in my life. It was particularly noticeable last night, so I've been pondering it today.
This time last year I was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes. I'd never before felt quite the same sinking feeling as I felt when the doctor let me know. And yet at the same time it just kinda made sense. I think I've always known that I'd get it. I'm not sure why, but it's something that's floated around in the back of my brain for a while.
For the previous few years, my weight had been growing. I was in the worst shape I had ever been in and was really getting depressed about it. It was embarassing and frustrating. I kept thinking, "I should really get in shape." But all I'd do is think. Never do.
At the same time, my financial situation was starting to get frightening. I've made some bad decisions for most of my adult life and now it was time to... um... pay. But up until recently, things were still okay. I always had at least an extra bit for having fun. It was about to change.
All my chickens were coming home to roost.
So now, one year later (last night, in fact), I found myself in a bar. I was fretting about spending too much money, which is kinda new to me. I never did the starving student thing; I started working right after highschool. And I've lost 60 pounds, putting me squarely into the "technically not overweight" category. Which meant that instead of being completely ignored by the other sex, I got hit on, hugged, kissed and a phone number. Something that was very flattering and tempting, except for the one final huge difference in my life: I have a serious girlfriend. So all I could do was be flattered.
I never would have guessed, at this time last year, that this would be my life. Funny how things turn out. What will it be like next year?
This time last year I was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes. I'd never before felt quite the same sinking feeling as I felt when the doctor let me know. And yet at the same time it just kinda made sense. I think I've always known that I'd get it. I'm not sure why, but it's something that's floated around in the back of my brain for a while.
For the previous few years, my weight had been growing. I was in the worst shape I had ever been in and was really getting depressed about it. It was embarassing and frustrating. I kept thinking, "I should really get in shape." But all I'd do is think. Never do.
At the same time, my financial situation was starting to get frightening. I've made some bad decisions for most of my adult life and now it was time to... um... pay. But up until recently, things were still okay. I always had at least an extra bit for having fun. It was about to change.
All my chickens were coming home to roost.
So now, one year later (last night, in fact), I found myself in a bar. I was fretting about spending too much money, which is kinda new to me. I never did the starving student thing; I started working right after highschool. And I've lost 60 pounds, putting me squarely into the "technically not overweight" category. Which meant that instead of being completely ignored by the other sex, I got hit on, hugged, kissed and a phone number. Something that was very flattering and tempting, except for the one final huge difference in my life: I have a serious girlfriend. So all I could do was be flattered.
I never would have guessed, at this time last year, that this would be my life. Funny how things turn out. What will it be like next year?
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Damn.. getting hit on sucks huh?
it's still nice to be flattered though. Hell, I'll take it where I can get it, sometimes even an embarrasing attempt from some gay guy down here on Davie st is still flattering.
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well, flattering, but not quite so tittilating.
and the only marathon I saw yesterday was the crack run, as we were stuck in traffic on Hastings.
No idea what was up with that.
Today was much much better though. Less ass sucking.