Memoirs of a Soon-to-Be Former Fat Guy

Those two words are familiar to anyone who’s ever read The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, a five-part trilogy by Douglas Adams.

Yes, I know…

See, I turned 42 today. According to Adams, the number 42 is very significant. It’s supposedly the answer to life, the universe and everything. Funny, I don’t feel very enlightened.

Here’s what I do know. I know that I don’t know half of what I thought I did know when I was 22.

Did I get stupid? Well, that depends on who you ask.

Did I maybe get a little wiser? I think so.

So, getting back to the title, it applies to today and tomorrow. I am panicked, mostly about the impending showdown with the Scale of Evilness. I’m afraid that I’m not going to make my target weight and I don’t have any idea of how I’m doing. They tell you not to obsess over the weight, but it would be nice to know where I stand. This being too fat for a regular home scale sucks, Imma tell you what.

So. I’d also like to take a minute to thank everyone who left me some birthday wishes on Facebook or Twitter or via text. Really made me feel special.

I promise to let you know how it goes tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed and keep good thoughts for me. Lord knows I need it.