So today I turn 32. There really isn’t anything special about 32 except that I feel much better physically than when I turned 30. It makes me wish I could go back in time and tell the 26 year old me to knock that shit off. It probably wouldn’t have worked anyway. I imagine this is how Biff Tannen felt about that 1950’s version of himself.
Not eating that shit is a lot like a any other addiction. You can’t stop doing it until you actually want to. Then after you stop you wonder what the fuck you were thinking all that time. I’m still very overweight but I feel better everyday and that is honestly what really matters. That and I can see my dick without a fork lift.