I saw a fat guy in the miror this morning and spun around ready to defend myself and noticed the only thing standing there was the towell rack.
Hmmmmm... So I weighed myself and I am at 190 pounds. I have never, ever weighed this much, and you know what? I am still pretty happy. I don't smoke, I am much more active than I have ever been, and I am almost 50 years old. Still pretty happy? Hell...I am very happy!
Not only is it good to be alive, it's good to be me!