Thus begins my first blog. At 52.5 years of age, I choose to put myself out there, as it were, as I go about the business of saving my life. I mean this not only denotatively, but connotatively, as well.
I am obese. I have high cholesterol. My legs hurt most of the time causing me to gimp along. I need to lose weight.
I also need to talk. I'm not even that interested in anyone listening. As a child of the 60s and 70s, I'm acutely aware of Andy Warhol's truism that everyone in the future would be famous for fifteen minutes. I wonder if he said that because he believed it would be true, or did he know that we would all clamor to be seen, heard, verified some way?
Anyway . . . here I go.
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