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I was out for my walk today, and I saw an elderly neighbor toddling out to his mailbox with his cane. As I approached him, I popped my earbuds out so I could say hello. Keep in mind, I've never said more than, "Hello," to this man. In fact, I've probably only waved before. And he was old. Like walking with a cane old.
He turned to me after I said, "Hello," and he said, "Say, that walking is helping you! You're looking gooooooood!"
I mean, it was a compliment, I'm sure, but it was inappropriate on so many levels. Like, I don't know this person at all. And there's an implied, "You looked like hell before," in comments like this.
Whatever. Apparently I'm looking goooooood. Might have to step on the scale soon.
I consider writing blip-its about myself a form of torture, but can talk about my interests, plans, dreams, and ideas for hours. I'm 37 years old, hapily married and mother to one human child and two dogs. My life, career, and eating habits are ever-evolving. I would like to lose about 30+ pounds and still be able to enjoy food and life.
I'm 41 years old, single, and I live with two dogs and two cats. I'm experimenting with semi-vegetarianism and recently gave up diet soda. I work from home, hate sports, love junk food, and would like to lose about 50 pounds. And win the lottery.