I'm A Reject

so i went to donate blood this morning, for the first time, and because my blood pressure was too high, i was rejected from giving blood. if i needed a message, a clear signal that i need to make changes--i need to eat better, i need to hit the gym, at least three times a week, and i need to save my life, versus heading straight towards a stroke. there's nothing left to say, except that i'm gonna do it. no excuses. no flaking out. no being a baby. no being lazy.

yay, i am going to miss regular trips to baskin-robbins. but i sure will appreciate it if i make it to 90.