thirty

Thirty years old and thirty percent fat. I feel like I have been thirty for longer than this. That is about forty pounds of fat. 

Thirty is somewhat tiring thus far. I am only a quarter into it and my car is crushed and inoperable and something weird is happening to my eye and I am far from friends, but let's look on the bright side:

The walks to and from school and the riding of the bus and the getting rides is longer than it should be or an inconvenience for others but I like the increased quality time with the iPod and noticing things I might not otherwise notice. Things like a daycare that looked more like a junkyard and the memorial at the tree and the numerous beer cans lying errantly in a front yard and all of the broken windows and the staring at me staring at them. I now have a housemate who takes me to the gym and watches the hills and makes me more of a normal human being. I hate that I cannot do it alone but at least the symptoms are being treated.

My personal trainer says she will make sure my fat goes down and I will stop eating so many pumpkin muffins.