I have nearly reached my mid forties. I caught a look of myself the other day. I have really let myself go. I have the manboobs, I have the pizza belly. Then came the sign that I am on the road to a dramatic decline. Grab hold of something, this is going to shock your socks off, I don't know when this happened to me...my butt has a crack in it. Why oh why has this happened to me? I should be glad that P.T. Barnum is long gone, I would be put on display and he would make millions selling tickets. I haven't the money for a butt transplant, so I must struggle on with this condition.
I am sticking to the main food groups, which we all know are pizza and butterscotch ice cream. Maybe I need to make a change. I was thinking if I was to do one push up a week that in no time I would start firming up.
Then there is another thing and this might be in my geneticals somewhere. If I think too much my buns get hot. I was working on a Sudoko puzzle one day, and I ended up with scorch marks on my undies.
I have a group here at JUB called "A Gathering Of Atkolers" and I am looking to renew some friendships and make new friends as well. Everyone is welcome to join. It is rather lonely at the moment with only myself as a member.
I just exude the machizmo. I have to stop it though, I heard one of the mods here at JUB nearly slipped on some backstage. One has to be careful where one exudes machizmo, there could be a nasty accident.