Because of the weight I've gained in the last year I can no longer walk more than a block or two without my back seizing up and having to stop. So my wife is out in the park that we both love right now, and sending me pictures of all the ducklings and goslings that are in the pond and I feel wretched for not being able to enjoy it with her. Why do I do this to myself? I just don't understand. After decades of this I'd have though I'd be over it by now. But no. No.