First of all, I moved our backup XP-based computer from the garage back into the house. It’s a little slow but at least the damn thing works. Now onto the rest.
Ask anyone about me and you’re bound to get the same answer: I’m pretty normal. Yes, I crack an occasional joke and enjoy making people laugh—or at least try as the contents of this blog would seem to indicate.
I’m a dullard. There’s no doubt about it. And I’ve been that way for a majority, if not all, of my 40 years of life on this ball of confusion. To take things even further, consider the following statistics:
- I only got detention in school once and I served 15 minutes more than I needed to
- I don’t drink, therefore I have never been drunk
- I don’t smoke or do drugs and never will
- I have no tattoos since they’re simply not for me (UPDATE: read this post)
- I already had a convertible and I couldn’t stand it
Taking into account all of the aforementioned stats, I began to wonder if I’d continue to live as my dull self into my Golden Years. And taking the weight loss aspect into consideration, it’s simple to say that physically, I’m not the same person I was over 4 years ago.
Then there’s the goatee which I chose to let grow this year. A big change for me since, when I was fat, I could never grow one. Too much face fat or something. So yes, losing 1/3 of my body weight and the addition of facial hair definitely made a difference but I needed to do just one more thing.
So what exactly did I do? Something I had been considering for quite some time now.