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It wasn't that long ago that I was wondering why garments for men in size Med. came with all that extra material on the front.
Have now discovered why :rolleyes:
Am filling them out despite being pretty active all year round and watching the diet.
My weight hasn't changed. I figure it's an evolutionary thing. Extra fat is probably meant to get me through the lean years that an old phart could expect in earlier eras.
Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it :D
Went for the yearly diabetes check-up today with the nurse practitioner at the doctors surgery. Same old ...stand on the scales.....same old (from me) "the scales are wrong".....she said "take off your boots"....oh you are 5kg lighter than last time:q.....whats your height......oh that makes your BMI 35. Is that good? No she said it should be about 25. Same old....do you do regular exercise.....must remedy that......
It sure is a boring check up when you know just what all the answers are.
I am finding that as I get older I am getting taller, either that or the ground seems further away.
Jim
Loved Ronnie Corbett's comment about getting old: when he got down to tie his shoelaces he asked himself what else he could do while he was down there.
chambezio: read up on BMI. It's an indicator dreamt up by actuaries. Not to say it's not relevant but it needs interpreting.
It depends on whether I am trying to reach some thing or pick it up off the floor.Quote:
Originally Posted by powderpost
:wink:
Regards
Iv'e notices that my legs grow longer during the period of sleep and retract as the day goes on.
This theory has been proved day after day with the same technical and scientific testing applied.
Testing pattern; Putting Socks on in the morning taking them off at night.
Results: Morning, difficultly putting socks on due to distance between out stretched hand and foot.
Evening, sock easily removed with no noticeable impending muscle strain or cramping.
This leads me to one of 2 conclusions: Legs shrink during sunlit hours or forces of gravity act aggressively on arms making them appear longer by evening.
My preference is for the former hypothesis, as the ritual of removing circular steel rim for head of brown bottle seems to be unaffected no matter what time of day or amount of sunlight available.
Cheers
Steve
Just make sure you keep it that way!Quote:
Originally Posted by powderpost
Yesterday, on my regular walk, going down a steep hill, I somehow tripped and did a perfect face-plant on the road. I now have a left thumb I can't use, a right wrist in similar condition, ribs that hurt when I breath, gravel rash on my hip, left hand and forehead and a time critical job in the workshop.
Stay upright!
I blame my multi-focal glasses for that. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by powderpost
I figure that if my name is not in that list of adverts in the morning paper, I must be OK and the day will be good.
I am nearly 62 and the heaviest I have ever been, so this is my new favourite tool.
Bad luck Alex.
This won't of course do much for your confidence during the next walk.
The Fairfax press allows you to enter names in a watch list and get a notification when one pops up. Direct it to your phone so you'll know you should be lying down :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Chesand
(BTW a few column inches for my Mum cost $570. It's too expensive to shuffle off this mortal coil.)
Bad luck Alex, as they say "Shed happens" :roll: I have found that I certainly do not bounce like I used too, or the ground is getting harder.Quote:
Originally Posted by AlexS
Ern! I hear you! I hear you!:no:
Remember how long it used to take for tomorrow to come? We now have the benefit of much shorter days.(and weeks and years):D
I saw that explained once that made some sense, if you are a year old, a year is a life time but if you are 70 years old a year is only 1/70th of a life time.Quote:
Originally Posted by jimbur
Regards
As a relatively recent entrant to the Hemicentennial Club I was mortified when I was unexpectedly asked to read an eye-chart in the RTA during recent paperwork re my Driver's License.
The clerk, a nice, patient woman about my own age, asked me to stand on a white line about 3 or 4m from the counter and read the chart which was on the wall behind the counter.
This was followed by a couple of minutes of umming and erring... before she invited me to "come up to the counter and try again."
A few squints later and she conspiratorially leaned over the counter towards me, then subtly turned her head and looked away.
I got that hint... I also leaned forward over the counter and - fortunately - rattled it off before she looked back.
Making conversation as she filled out the paper work, I commented "I may not be good with small shapes, but at least I can see the mosquito on the wall next to the chart."
She took a quick look, smiled and handed me the paper work, wishing me a good day.
As I left, the mosquito took off and flew past me down the corridor. It was the hugest horse fly I've seen in quite some time! :doh:
I think it's fair to say that I'm not looking forward to when I'm eligible for membership to the Hexadecennial Club... :rolleyes: