The bathroom scale and I have had a love-hate relationship all my life ... mostly hate, I might add. Having a chronic problem with corpulence and body weight; not to mention the body image which goes along with it I was a late bloomer in the physical attraction department.
Actually, I feel in retrospect that I was picky beyond my capabilities in that regard. There were a number females early on that I rejected for various reasons I have come to question in later years. It simply didn't feel "fair" to them or me in retrospect.
Likewise I haven't been the impetuous man child I was for a long time. This too may impact the situation and my orientation to it.
So now in my advancing age I'm either less concerned or more the attractive physical specimen given my ability to interact with the female of the species and attain some modicum of grace and stature in their eyes.
Actually I simply believe I have aged less severely than many of my counterparts who opted for the cigarettes and liquor whereas I took the nutraceuticals and hormone replacements, enzymes, and performed the exquisite hygenic maintenance — so I am frequently told I don't look as old as I am.
However, they could just be joshing me.
Be all of this as it may today is Weigh In Day. It is an annual celebration held each January 4 immediately following the year end holidays whereby we get to take stock of our stockiness and allow push to come to shove or just leave things as they are.
Personally, I don't see the day as a mechanism for "getting back on track" as I jumped all of that long ago so all I do anymore is simply be myself. Besides, I engage others in my age range as a matter of preference and they are less critical in general.
There are also a number of interpersonal skills which come into play. You'd be amazed how surprised some of the women are when they fully realize the actual scope of what I can do.
Happy Weigh In Day and I hope you're not the hippopotamus someone got for Christmas.