Knowing is not the beginning of healing

This is a little embarrassing, and may come across as a surprise, but despite penning about it more than a couple of times, really, the only expert thing I can do on my skates is to stand. I run better than I skate, and I don't run enough to be good at it either. I walk bus-stop distances though. But always stop before I perspire. Perspiration is for real exercisers.

Now that I see myself type these things out loud, I am beginning understand the reasons for the size of my calves, the bulge of my belly, and that number on the waist measuring tape that I've always refused to acknowledge.





I think I've just been crushed under the weight of the truth. I shall go stuff my face in the CNY goodies now.