Latest blood test says mine have doubled in the past two years, which somewhat corresponds to the increase in the difference between my calories consumed and spent running. Crossing into borderline ought to motivate me to get out more, because I’m determined not to change my diet. Whatever awaits me in the great beyond, it’s unlikely to come with physical pleasures, so I might as well indulge myself now. Witnessing firsthand 老婆’s 阿嬤 make the rest of her family grow sick of salmon so she can keep watching TV and taking naps indefinitely has taught me to live not only without fearing death, but so that when it does come—and it will—it won’t come as a relief to everyone. Besides, what’s living without the freedom to be treated to the occasional meat cake topped with mice?
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