Inspirational reflections on this and that.

YIKES!! I’M DISAPPEARING!

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Iโ€™m a lousy candidate for depression or suicide. Sure, I have my gloomy moments but they never last long. Thereโ€™s just too much to look forward to. It’s like my brain thinks I might win the lottery even though I haven’t even purchased a ticket! ย Now science will tell you thatโ€™s because my endocrine system secretes more positive chemicals than negative ones. Science might also say that itโ€™s because I exercise every day and thus increase my endorphins. However, I actually think that it is the creative, if not wacky, way that I think.

ย Case in point: Last week, while sitting in the sauna, I stretched out what used to be a long, lean muscled leg and noticed that the skin was slack. ย By pressing my hands on either side of my calf, I could actually push it together creating the bellows of an accordion. ย  Around my thigh, there was a small pooch of hanging skin which resembled a shriveled, turkey breast that wasnโ€™t quite firmly stuffed. Where had the fullness of that muscle gone? ย At that moment a young girl walked into the sauna and I shrieked, โ€œLook at this! Iโ€™m disappearing from the inside out!โ€ She stood quite still; confused I am certain, as to whether or not she was safe alone with me.

โ€œLook!โ€ I said again, โ€œI can make my calf look like an accordion.” ย I demonstrated. ย “And, my thigh used to look just like yours but now the muscle has shrunk and there is this cute, sagging sack left behind.โ€ Poor thing was at a loss for words, but she sat down at the far side of the sauna anyway. ย I continued my observations: โ€œNot only that, look what happens to your upper arm as you age.โ€ I held out my right arm and poked the loose flesh of the upper part with my pointer finger. It wiggled. โ€œCool, huh?โ€ I said to her.

ย The girl was quiet for a moment then said, โ€œWell, I guess I have something to look forward to.โ€ She did not say this with much enthusiasm.

โ€œYes you do,โ€ I agreed. โ€œIn fact, see all these little, brown spots on the back of my hands and on my arms?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ she replied quite confidently. โ€œThose are old age spots.โ€

ย โ€œOh, no, dear, youโ€™re wrong,โ€ I assured her. โ€œActually these are little chocolate drops that appear on your skin as you get older. You see, the more chocolate that you eat when you are young, the more that come up to the surface when youโ€™re old.โ€

โ€œGuess Iโ€™d better cut down on my chocolate,โ€ she finally said with a big smile. ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 

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  1. Joseph Dabon Avatar

    I know the feeling (and the appearance). I will turn 68 next month – in less than three weeks actually. But i never want to dwell on these things. Rather than be worried about it, i just skip them when I apprise myself in the mirror. That’s selective seeing. Then I congratulate myself for having lasted this long and far. A couple of my co-workers, a lot younger than I, died less than a month ago. So let’s give a big hurrah for people like us to still be around today, looking at our wrinkles, and yes, chocolate droppings.

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    1. Helen Hudson Avatar

      Happy 68th, Joseph! Keep rocking’ the chocolate droppings! ๐Ÿ™‚

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