To be clear, sure - I could be hit by a bus tomorrow. Or that big earthquake that the seismologists expect will hit here tonight and I will become part of an ongoing geological process. Or I could fall out of bed and hit my head on the nightstand. Anything could happen, really.
But just because I might not have a future is no reason not to make contingency plans in case I do live past tomorrow.
And (when I'm not flipping out over possible calibration discrepancies between my doctor's scale and my own), I'm not doing anything I don't like. No rice cakes are going to be consumed in this fitness initiative, and no calisthenics performed. No Death Aerobics led by a perkily perfect instructor with the metabolism of a hyperactive hummingbird.
I'm walking for exercise, in lovely parks and neighborhood full of tall trees and mossy verges and calling chickadees. I'm eating veggies and other foods I like (no Brussels sprouts whatsoever are to be harmed during this process - but I've got a baked yam with mango-lime-garlic dressing here, and it is not long for this world). Daily weigh-ins were never going to be part of this - and even thought Tuesday was my weekly weigh-in day, I forgot it this morning, and so now Wednesday is my weekly weigh-in day.
And since numbers are, if not of primal importance, absolutely unavoidable (and since I'm sort of a math geek), I'm planning to have some some silly fun with them:
- When my weight = 299 lbs, I'm going to go to my favorite thrift store and buy only items priced at $2.99.
- When my BMI reaches 42, I'm going treat myself to some new towels (in reference to "The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy") (toldja I was a geek

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- When my fasting blood glucose in mg/dl comes up at a prime number (below 120) like 113, 109, 107, 103, 97, etc.; I'm going put "Prime Suspect" at the top of my Netflix queue.
That is, if I live that long (or put more informally, Lord willing and the crik don't rise.

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