Many times over I’ve told the story about how fat,sickly,& in pain I am. I’ve talked about not being able to lose weight…an impossible dream. I’ve claimed to be handicapped & used countless excuses to avoid doing this & that…claiming to be lazy. According to the story I tell,I am obese & old. Keeping step with the story I tell I walk with a limp & moan & complain,while gasping to breathe. I’ll write a list of why I can’t do something or I’ll go take a nap. According to the story I tell…my life ended when I turned 50…& because of my age,I can’t lose weight,no matter what I do,but you see,I do nothing,other than read & complain.