Aged Weight
I'm old. At least it
feels that way. I walked into a store the other day and I'm looking
around at all these baby-faced little kids standing behind the registers
and restocking shelves. I immediately think to myself "What are they?
12? 13?" Then I realize, oh yeah, Stephanie (my sister) is getting her
learners' permit in 2 weeks. My little sister, born in 1985 people! As
if that realization wasn't bad enough, I looked up and saw a man in a
coat and tie with a managers name tag on. He was about my age.
It only gets worse
from there. Every college sport I watch, there isn't a single player on
the field who is at least as old as I am. Even professional atheletes
are younger than me. Kobe Bryant, Alan Iverson (both NBA) and Rafael
Furcal (MLB) are players that immediately come to mind. Millionaires and
younger than me.
But all that's ok
because I'm also fat. So I guess it's all even. Well, maybe not fat.
More like out of shape. I was walking at a pool a while back and I
happened to glance down and...there it was...my stomach...jigglin like a
jello mold. I also noticed last night that my sides are starting to
fold. And my love handles have become a full-fledged
ring-around-the-body.
I do know the cure
for this though. Eat right and excercise. I even have a workout bench in
my room. But, it's covered with clothes. That would mean I would have to
clean my room, and thats a whole other column.
At least I got my
car fixed...