Today is the first day, of the rest of my life. It’s a Saturday morning, and i am hung over as shit. Last night i was at my fraternity house helping them throw a party. There was a live band and good people. To sum it up, i moshed too hard and got my nose busted open, and eventually wound up at the bar.
I initially went telling myself that i was not going to drink, but as the night progressed, that plan failed miserably. So now as i sit here and write i keep thinking to myself, “How can i word this thought so it doesn’t sound like i drink too much?” And now i am just saying “Fuck it.” In a sense, last night was my “Last hoorah.” I am dreading, and at the same time have a ton of excitement for Monday.
My roommate Jeff came in to my room this morning, also hungover, and his first words were “Bro, I’m scared!” When i probed for an explanation, he returned with “Life changing Monday is 2 days away.” God damn right it is. “This is going to suck,” we both then said with laughter. Its two days away and right now it cant come fast enough. I am tired of the unhealthy life style i lead and it needs to change.
Yesterday i calculated my body mass index. I’m 6 feet tall and weigh 320 lbs. I have a 43.4 body fat percentage. That is morbidly obese. Talk about fucking scary. I cant believe i let myself get this big. Yet at the same time it has been a blast doing it. But that’s all in the past now. Monday where are you?
