I was watching Kathie Lee and Hoda
this morning and they were talking about age. You know, if you are honest about your age, or your weight and the numbers that define us.
You all know that in November I will be turning 52 years old. I’ve never been uncomfortable talking about my age. In fact, I’m quite proud that I even survived my twenties, so arriving in my 50’s two years ago, felt good. I feel young inside my head, even if various parts of my body are now heading south, or totally rusting up and falling off.
They asked people on the street how old they were and I was amazed at how many people didn’t want to answer. Am I the only person on the face of the earth that feels pride at being their age? Do you tell the truth about your age, fudge the numbers or simply not answer?
Now weight is a totally different thing. I shall be 129 pounds until the day I die. No matter the hour, day or year.
(And the fact that I haven’t weighed 129 pounds since I was 26 years old won’t stop me either! Just look at my drivers license! 129 pounds!)
Of course, back in my head again, I am 129 pounds, and my body resembles the firm and toned body I had when I was 16 and doing gymnastics! Even my 28 year old body wasn’t too bad, although not quite as good.
I’d just like to think that when I do die and hopefully go to Heaven that slim and perky body will be restored.
One can hope…












