Today I turn 52 years old (going on 95). I think I'm rapidly becoming the Ebenezer Scrooge of birthdays (Bah! Humbug!), inasmuch I don't regard my own birthdays as cause for anything but to be more depressed than I already am. The attached fuzzy photo is one that I had Dorine take of me (with my cellphone, at the gym) to mark this occasion. I can't help contrasting what I look like from behind now with how I looked just a couple of years ago. The 20-25 lbs. I've put on in the interim -- most of which I gained shortly after our "fateful trip" to the Caribbean in January 2010 -- went right to my midsection and has left me looking every bit as old as I feel. (I guess my legs still look like those of a younger man -- check out the definition in those calves! -- but then they benefit directly from all the "cardio" exercise I do.)
Thursday, May 5, 2011
On Turning 52
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