I was cleaning out the garage and found some old pictures. Like high school old.
Costco had a deal on a scale, and I figured what the hey, it'd be good to know how much I weigh.
Bad idea. I see my skinny former self and then I step on the scale and have a number to confirm my fattiness.
I know that I've been steadily inching towards obesity the last ten years, but putting these two pieces together is just depressing.
Damn.
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