BARRE, VT – According to various sources, it appears you have finally started getting your shit together. After seven years of watching you gain weight, blow your paycheck on marijuana, develop a drinking problem, struggle through a divorce, and earn numerous reprimands for poor job performance, friends and family members seem to think you’ve cleaned up your act, adjusted your attitude, and finally taken care of all your shit. “God, I was really worried about you there for a while,” your brother recently told you over coffee. “After Terry left, I thought you were gonna self-destruct. But, you know, it’s really good to see you growing up and letting that shit go.” Other sources close to you have been pleasantly surprised to see you get your shit in check, as evidenced by your recent promotion, your sudden willingness to date, and your goal to compete in an upcoming 15K. “You look great,” said your friend Marci Studebaker after bumping into you at Target, “I’m glad you put all that shit behind you. We should have lunch sometime.” After recently emerging from your self-imposed exile and displaying your shit-free life to family and friends, you reportedly returned home to continue nursing your newly-developed eating disorder.