It’s rerun Friday again already! Which means it’s time to thrash around in the old post archive and pull out something from the bottom of the pile, dust it off, smooth it out and plaster it upon this screen. And so here it is:
Don’t Thank Me, Thank My Noble Metabolism
It’s Official! My Metabolism Has Finally Reached Zilch
My metabolism has slowed down so much lately that not only will I gain weight if I even look at a piece of cheesecake — so will the person standing next to me.
Some people complain of a sluggish metabolism. If I could get my metabolism up to sluggish, well . . . I’d be in metabolism heaven, that’s all.
I’ve Got a Metabolism That Punches Out at Noon
Now that I’m 59, I get the feeling my metabolism goes home early everyday. I think it’s getting bored with its job. And who could blame it, really. Talk about a backlog of work! Poor Dear.
I would imagine the piles of cheesecake in its In-Basket alone is enough to make even the most dedicated of metabolisms want to call in sick.
What’s a Food Consumer to Do?
Still, even though my heart goes out to my metabolism, it would be nice if it could step up the pace just a little. I’m doing my part by carefully monitoring what I eat. I read all the food labels and whatnot; but it isn’t easy finding a food whose first ingredient is air.
My Life as an Air Fern
I think Mother Nature rigged so it so that 59-old-women can live indefinitely on air to keep mankind from going extinct.
My Metabolism Theory
As far as I can tell, Our Family of Humans evolved so that Grandma could keep the cave clean, do all the cooking plus watch the grandkids without having to eat any actual food — which meant Yippee!! Extra helpings of Kentucky-Fried Mammoth for everyone! (Except you know who.)
Me and My Metabolism, Where Would Mankind Be Without Us?
So I suppose one could say, the more sluggish my metabolism, the more I am actually contributing to the survival of the human race. Each and every time I manage to push away a piece of cheesecake without eating it, I am sacrificing that piece of cheesecake for the global good of my fellow Homo sapiens — because now there is just that much more cheesecake for them to eat.
Thus ensuring the survival of our species.
Who knew something operating at zilch could be so noble?
Until next time . . . I love you