RUSHVILLE —
Now that I’m almost 66, I’m starting to worry about my abs. I don’t remember worrying about my abs in the ’80s or the ’90s. Actually, I don’t remember anything about the ’80s and ’90s. That’s something else to worry about.
Abs, by the way, refers to your abdominal muscles. If you thought those were called ams, you probably need to learn a little lingo before you hire a personal trainer.
Surveys show that most people hate at least one part of their body. It could be the nose, hair, legs, neck, or whatever. All magazines display perfect male and female bodies. I believe that if you contacted a reputable gastroenterologist he would tell you that people who have stomachs as flat as those in the photos cannot digest food.
I hate my own stomach, for example. Or more correctly, my belly. This is where my abs are supposed to be, but instead it looks like a foam rubber pillow there. When I see men with six-pack abs, I want six-pack abs, too. I usually just settle for a six-pack. I think you see the problem.
For a long time I hated my hair. People kept asking me if I was losing my hair. Not really. I knew exactly where it was. In the sink. About 15 years ago, I had a hair transplant, which is sort of like what happens when a very sick person dies. “He’s gone to a better place,” people often say. That’s the same with my hair. I don’t have more of it, but what I do have they put in a better place. I’m sure that’s more information on this than you really need.
I hate my waist. I’m a perfect 33. But they don’t make 33-inch pants, so I either have to squeeze into a 32 or waddle around in a 34. I asked a salesman once why they didn’t make 33-inch waists and he said that very few men have that size waist. He said most men are 32s or 34s. If Yogi Berra had said that, I would have gotten a kick out of it.
I’m also not happy with my ears. I think they stick out more than they should. My wife says I’m crazy and to be that obsessed with my own looks makes me seem very elfish. She meant selfish. I guess Freud wasn’t all wrong. After President Obama was elected I felt a lot better about this.
Let’s see. I don’t like my you-know-what. In the old days we called it a backside, though even that term was shunned. These exercise folks now have a variety of names for this part of the body. I saw a book the other day called, “How to Get Buns of Steel.” I don’t want buns of steel. I think this is another good place for that foam rubber pillow considering how much time I spend sitting in front of my computer.
I also think my arms are too skinny, my thighs are too heavy and my eyes are too deep-set. My shoulders aren’t broad and my chin is weak.
The interesting thing is that if you were walking down the street and saw me, you’d probably say, “Hey, he’s not a bad looking guy.”
Now you know better!
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Stuart: Snorkeling fun, in and out of the water
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Wolfsie: Bird calls
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Messer: Have we learned the lessons of 9/11?
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Barada: The GOP and its next run for the White House
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