…although I do have to ask who is that skinny old man, and why is he following me around in mirrors?
I’ve been overweight for most of my adult life. That’s why seeing myself like this is more than a bit of a shock. I’m currently about 5 lbs. more than I was in 1980 (22 years old) when I moved out of my parents’ house and into my first apartment. How do I know that? It’s because I bought a digital bathroom scale (it was the future, baby!) and the number that flashed on its blue fluorescent display is forever burned into my memory. Right now my goal is to simply maintain this weight and not lose any more.
Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I was listening to Forever by Flight Facilities, and the last thing I remember was the song Heavy. I was suddenly the young man above, vibrant and full of energy, dancing and twirling to the beat. I felt the wind blowing in my hair and it was wonderful.
I may be an old fart whose body is seemingly disintegrating around me now, but that young man still lives inside.
We like the old fart!!
I moved out on my own into my first apartment in 1976 at 19. I had just graduated from high school, and my father expected me to find gainful employment to support myself adequately. Such an ass. I got tired of his constant bullying, so in that year, I moved in with my brother and then found a job and my own place. I lived in Sacramento (Carmichael), California.
We could put a couple of pounds on you, but you look refreshed. As we grow older, we should be thick. I didn’t say sloppy overweight. But filled out. As they say in the military, height and weight proportionate. And yes, you could be placed on the fat boy program if your weight is ok but you look sloppy in your uniform.
A question for a future post. Looking at the cute, twink, younger you. What would you tell yourself?
I like it too.