I have apparently reached an age where instead of eating less and drinking more as a health plan, I need cardio and salads to feel in shape. Ugh…and feeling bad about smoking is a whole new concept for me. I really think there must be some subliminal messages in gyms that make you judge yourself for all the things you use to love about yourself. Somehow having a healthy heart, flat stomach and no muffin top is where its at and smoking with a large Red Bull in one hand is something to do in dark corners behind large dumpsters. I am torn between living healthy and being the person I have known for thirty years. Damn you age, you’re fucking with my plan.