I'm just never going to be 120 pounds again...

CharleyH

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I might not even be 5'8" in a few years, either! lol In the same vain, no 40+ year old man will ever have the same pecks again, and the balls keep dropping like boobs. How do you deal with ageing. Do you welcome it, try to stymie it by working out, or just make an appointment for cosmetic surgery?
 
I've lost thirty pounds with my eye on another 10-15. I'm walking an hour each day until I retire. Then I'll double it. And the thinner I get, the hornier I am. Personally, I'm going for the "there may be snow on the roof but there's a fire in the furnace" route myself.
 
I might not even be 5'8" in a few years, either! lol In the same vain, no 40+ year old man will ever have the same pecks again, and the balls keep dropping like boobs. How do you deal with ageing. Do you welcome it, try to stymie it by working out, or just make an appointment for cosmetic surgery?

When I go to the market, I see 40-year-old and even some 30-year-old human blimps. They weight 250 to 300+ pounds. They can barely walk through the market and some need the little electric scooters to make it. What kind of life is that?

I work out seven days a week. I can walk through the market, run through the park, go where I wanna go and what I wanna do (well, except for the incredibly sexually repressed ladies in the area.) When I feel down, I read the obituaries and read about 30/40-year-olds who died of a heart attack.

It's your choice.
 
:D Love it, VM. I look naturally young and am naturally skinny, but I can definitely say I need to do weights to get rid of these burgeoning Hungarian arms of mine!
 
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When I go to the market, I see 40-year-old and even some 30-year-old human blimps. They weight 250 to 300+ pounds. They can barely walk through the market and some need the little electric scooters to make it. What kind of life is that?

I work out seven days a week. I can walk through the market, run through the park, go where I wanna go and what I wanna do (well, except for the incredibly sexually repressed ladies in the area.) When I feel down, I read the obituaries and read about 30/40-year-olds who died of a heart attack.

It's your choice.
Big is not bad. I'm asking about ageing.
 
I'm ancient. I can't exercise very well because of my back problems. I've got Type II diabetes. Yet I'm lighter than I was ten years ago and three stone lighter than I was in my 20s when I was very active. I am still carrying too much weight but it is stable and not increasing. Twenty years ago I was walking with a cane. Five years ago I needed it sometimes. The last couple of years I have rarely used it. It is in my car. I take it with me if I intend to walk more than five miles, or do a lot of climbing stairs, for example when exploring a large castle on a hill.

But I'm so busy that I have too little time to write as much as I'd want to.

I have to check my diary to see if I can fit something in next week, or next month.

I don't let my age or my health stop me doing things. I just have to think of ways around a problem if it might be difficult, painful or unwise.

Frequent visits to a sports physiotherapist and exercises specifically designed to keep me mobile have made me more flexible than I was but I know my limitations. I push myself as far as I can go and no further.

Og
 
I've lost thirty pounds with my eye on another 10-15. I'm walking an hour each day until I retire. Then I'll double it. And the thinner I get, the hornier I am. Personally, I'm going for the "there may be snow on the roof but there's a fire in the furnace" route myself.

The more energy your body has and the less effort it takes to do things, the more energy your body decides it has to devote to sex. At least, that's been my problem. If that *is* indeed a problem. ;)

Charley, I work out regularly, cycling, very long brisk walks, and just recently jogging (I SO suck at this lol). I do some weight training to help out with these, and I also have some high-intensity video workout programs I do. You might say I do it to stymie aging...I'm only 31 but I keep hearing from older co-workers about how this will happen, that will happen, this or that will catch up to me as I get closer to 40 or 50 and I refuse to let them be right.

The only thing I've noticed catching up to me is my stubbornness in marching on a badly injured foot when I was 20. I partially tore all the tendons across the top of my left foot, two of them in two places, as well as some soft tissue in the arch and at the base of my ankle by slipping going up a flight of stairs. :rolleyes: This happened five days before pre-season rehearsals started and at first I had every intention of following the doc's orders about staying completely off of it for four weeks, then doing only light activity for four weeks; I *originally* wanted it to heal properly so it wouldn't haunt me like it does. :rolleyes:

After one day of sitting out rehearsals I decided I couldn't stand it and started doping myself up on the painkillers, wrapping my foot as tight as I safely could and then tying my shoe as tight as I safely could, and marching until it would literally take no more for the day. And then I usually had to be helped off the field.

So these days when I do too much, it will start to hurt across the top where the worst of the injury was, and I'm sure that'll slowly get worse for the rest of my life. Truth be told, though, if I had it to do over again I'd probably do the same thing. I'm still a stubborn brat. :D
 
I might not even be 5'8" in a few years, either! lol In the same vain, no 40+ year old man will ever have the same pecks again, and the balls keep dropping like boobs. How do you deal with ageing. Do you welcome it, try to stymie it by working out, or just make an appointment for cosmetic surgery?

My high school classmates voted me most likely to never live to see twenty one. I turned 63 and laughed. I guess I showed them.

Age is a state of mind, IMHO, anyway. But as a friend of mine keeps point out, Old Age ain't for sissies. Rumply's an ass but I love him like my luggage. It's brown alligator also.

Charley, don't sweat getting old. The alternative is far worse. :D
 
The more energy your body has and the less effort it takes to do things, the more energy your body decides it has to devote to sex. At least, that's been my problem. If that *is* indeed a problem. ;)

Charley, I work out regularly, cycling, very long brisk walks, and just recently jogging (I SO suck at this lol). I do some weight training to help out with these, and I also have some high-intensity video workout programs I do. You might say I do it to stymie aging...I'm only 31 but I keep hearing from older co-workers about how this will happen, that will happen, this or that will catch up to me as I get closer to 40 or 50 and I refuse to let them be right.

The only thing I've noticed catching up to me is my stubbornness in marching on a badly injured foot when I was 20. I partially tore all the tendons across the top of my left foot, two of them in two places, as well as some soft tissue in the arch and at the base of my ankle by slipping going up a flight of stairs. :rolleyes: This happened five days before pre-season rehearsals started and at first I had every intention of following the doc's orders about staying completely off of it for four weeks, then doing only light activity for four weeks; I *originally* wanted it to heal properly so it wouldn't haunt me like it does. :rolleyes:

After one day of sitting out rehearsals I decided I couldn't stand it and started doping myself up on the painkillers, wrapping my foot as tight as I safely could and then tying my shoe as tight as I safely could, and marching until it would literally take no more for the day. And then I usually had to be helped off the field.

So these days when I do too much, it will start to hurt across the top where the worst of the injury was, and I'm sure that'll slowly get worse for the rest of my life. Truth be told, though, if I had it to do over again I'd probably do the same thing. I'm still a stubborn brat. :D

I love your attitude! But we all should have learned this one thing: HEAL and then go on.
 
I take karate class 3 to 5 times a week. It keeps the weight off, the muscles strong, and I'm learning something extremely useful. :)

(plus, in what other exercise program do you get to hit things, kick things, and yell while you're doing it? :D )
 
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My high school classmates voted me most likely to never live to see twenty one. I turned 63 and laughed. I guess I showed them.

Age is a state of mind, IMHO, anyway. But as a friend of mine keeps point out, Old Age ain't for sissies. Rumply's an ass but I love him like my luggage. It's brown alligator also.

Charley, don't sweat getting old. The alternative is far worse. :D
There's a kindred spirit! (I don't babe, not worried at all).
 

I understand that it can be quite the workout for the top. I don't know about the bottom . . . and I don't intend to find out! :eek:

On the other hand, I think women should get their exercise belly dancing. Aerobics, strength, flexibility . . . what more can you want?
 
I take karate class 3 to 5 times a week. It keeps the weight off, the muscles strong, and I'm learning something extremely useful. :)

(plus, in what other exercise program do you get to hit things, kick things, and yell while you're doing it? :D )

Add a couple of hours of Tai Chi for strength and balance.
 
When I go to the market, I see 40-year-old and even some 30-year-old human blimps. They weight 250 to 300+ pounds. They can barely walk through the market and some need the little electric scooters to make it. What kind of life is that?

I work out seven days a week. I can walk through the market, run through the park, go where I wanna go and what I wanna do (well, except for the incredibly sexually repressed ladies in the area.) When I feel down, I read the obituaries and read about 30/40-year-olds who died of a heart attack.

It's your choice.

As the official spokesman for Lardass Blimps we dont give a shit what you think.
 
I passed the 120 pound mark when I was in 5th or 6th grade. My height steadied out at about 6'2". According to the "charts" I should be 190-200 pounds. Even my doctor laughs at that and has suggested I should shoot for 240-250. The trouble is I'm closer to 280 than 270.

What happened to me was a serious time with depression. It's not only the women who eat when depressed. I am slowly working at getting it back down to a more reasonable weight.

However, I have also decided that the way I look at myself has little to do with the outside packaging. After all, while we like a pretty looking car, don't we want power under the hood, great acceleration, and good gas mileage. It's what's under the hood that's really more important than what the outside package looks like. Three weeks in Wisconsin snow and it's all going to be grey anyway.

When you look for a woman/man; are you only interested in the outside? He or she could look like they stepped out of the centerfold of Playperson magazine; but if they are as dumb as a post, do you really want to spend more than a quickie with them?

Take from me, I'm 50 years old, balding, overweight, and needs a medicated head start to get up for certain tasks, but my 50 year old wife is no longer the woman who could turn heads when we got married. But, she's my best friend, experienced lover, compassionate woman, who doesn't care if it hangs lower, sags in the middle or reflects light off the top.

Orthus
 
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