When I started my life on this planet, I had on a body suit that grew and changed to accommodate my internal development until when I was about 25, my insides and outsides appeared to match up. And I stayed that way for a long, long time, through the births of babies, various illnesses and injuries, and the tremendous burdens, insults, and deprivations that I have inflicted upon that body, until rather suddenly, it seemed, a mismatch began to occur.
The body suit began to bulge around the middle and had wrinkled, hanging flesh on the face, arms, and chest. It seemed to lose some of the hair on its head, and it began to grow whiskers on the upper lip and chin! Finally it lost all its color. I also noticed that the feet got bigger and the fingers got fatter. And no matter how straight I thought I was standing on the inside, the body suit had developed very poor posture and lost a few inches in height.
Now I know I haven’t gained all that weight that is showing on the scales, since I don’t even eat as much as I used to back when I was 25. What I think has happened—and it has been such a slow and gradual process that no one has noticed yet (since everyone is thinking about global warming)—is that gravity has been increasing!!
Why else would it be so much harder for me to get up out of bed or out of my chair? Why else would I now need a wagon to carry my groceries from the car to the kitchen door? And why else would I get out of breath when I try to dance?
I see on TV every day that people pay through the nose to get their body suits fixed so that they match what they know they are on the inside. They have this surgery and that procedure, they do Pilates and aerobics, and they try this diet or that pill. They get hypnotized and they meditate. But somehow it all comes down to realizing that they will eventually have to trade that suit in on a newer model.
Well, that’s not so bad, I guess. When’s the last time you heard of a car that carried you around for 80 years or more? I am going to try to respect this body suit a bit more, and maybe it will last until it just doesn’t fit anymore and I finally have to trade it in and start over.
PS–I think my brain is shrinking, too, because information keeps escaping, but that’s another story!