When yours truly graduated high school he weighed sixty pounds less than today. From the photo, we can probably guess that it would be even more if I had a decent haircut. A sixty pound variance is not a big deal... if you're nine feet tall. As it happens, I am only average height. Barely.
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While loading recent photos, I was doing some post editing. Standard fixes. One person had something on their face, part of a picture frame was erased to make the background simpler, a smudge needed to be removed from a shirt... and my belly needed to be pushed back a few inches. Wait a minute! Since when is a virtual tummy tuck standard?!.
The next day I stood to wait for something, and as my body went at ease, I discovered that I had interlocked fingers resting high on my belly... while standing! I can't recall anyone except pregnant women standing like that. We're talking about late in the third trimester, by the way..
It's not that I'm not in shape... round is a shape..
It is time to declare war on my pudginess. I have no delusions about returning to the body I had at 18, but I look at it this way. Imaging carrying a 30 pound bag of sand all day. If you could lay that useless burden aside, wouldn't you? That's what I'm going to do.
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Speaking of youthful bodies... check out my impressive physique from 1966...
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