What Do You Have to Lose?

 I always ran kinda thin. Child of the 50's, kid of the 60's, young man of the 70's. We all ran pretty light back then before high-fructose corn syrup became the main ingredient in everything. Had a 30" waist. I remember Laura mentioning that a guy wondered if I even had a dick, when she told him my waist measurement of 30. I begged her pardon as to who that was and how that came into conversation and she told me it was the clerk at Lord & Taylor. Yes, I had a wife who bought me Lord & Taylor tighty-whiteys. But I don't think there really was a clerk there who correlated dick and waist size. 

I'm a 36" waist now and, of course, my cock is huge. Not as big as a sumo wrestler though. 

So, I never had to lose weight. In fact, I was rather scared about it. I could always eat as much as I wanted to, never fearing getting fat, yet fearing getting thinner. 

Well, I'm not fat now. According to the internet, at my age and height ( damn near 68 and 6'2") 180 is about right. According to my scale, I'm 192. That's not bad. I barely have a gut, compared to most fellas even decades younger than me. Same with moobs. Maybe an A-cup? I don't know as bra sizes were never my thing. I know DD's were really big!

I think I got up to 205, maybe 210 a few years ago. That's when I googled, and started smoking again. Google didn't tell me to do that, I should mention. That was something I knew was going to happen eventually. My plan worked. Got down to 180 in a little bit. It seemed right whether internet inspired or not. 

I shouldn't complain and I know that. There are more serious problems in the world than some old guy watching his weight, but not too closely because of an affection for homemade fudge and peanut butter cookies. We just do what we want here in America, while we can. Why not get sassy too? 

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