[Flashback: "January 1, 2009"]
Jacques, fat and slovenly, sits on the couch. "This is the year. I'm going to get in shape this summer." He groans and winces as he gets off the couch, "and I'm going to write more in my blog." He stretches his back and totters off to the kitchen, wondering why his hips feel like his legs had been put on backwards.
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Present day, and I'm sitting on my couch. Summer is almost over and the dream of being in-shape, svelte, cut or even mildly thinner seems a distant memory. I'm fatter now than I was then, I hurt more and in more places, I totter more pronouncedly (if that's a word) and my hips feel like a giant 3-year-old twisted them around a few more times.
The difference is, I don't wonder WHY anymore.






It would probably surprise a lot of people I knew in my youth if I told them that I'm not a very social person anymore. I was pretty gregarious as a youngster - I made friends easily, hung out with friends a lot and was socially well-adjusted.