I am now 35 years old.
I weigh 185 pounds.
I cannot run 5 miles without stopping.
I can eat a Big Mac in 6 bites.
I cannot do 20 push-ups.
I can take a nap any time, any place.
I cannot carry my kids up to bed without panting.
I can collect ludicrous amounts of lint in my bellybutton.
That all changes this year.
Except the nap part. I love naps.
Oh, and it will all be made more dramatic by taking ostentatious self portraits.