Yes, goodbye to “chubby” and “full figured”. For quite some time now, I’ve just thought of myself as, well, portly. It’s a nicer way of slightly more than my ideal weight. A comedian once remarked years ago, “I’m not overweight, I’m just short. For my weight, I should be 11 feet tall.” Here all this time, I thought that quality eating – as in “healthy appetite” – coupled with an irregular, one might say sporadic, exercise regimen was to blame. Nay, nay. If television commercials are to be believed, and I have no reason to believe that folks in advertising would deliberately mislead us, I’m a victim of “insulin resistance”. Yes (arm thrusting skyward)! Now a dignified, professional condition for why my middle section has been, shall we say, out of proportion to the rest of me.
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