Belly Fat Anecdote

This is an excerpt from the International Book Award-Winning Finalist "Sexy at Sixty: Live Well & Happy Men & Women over Fifty!"

Summer had arrived and the woman couldn't wait to hop into her favorite shorts. She pulled them out of storage, and slipped them on. She grabbed the zipper and began to zip the pants up over her lower belly. She zipped them part way up, and they wouldn't go any further. If she tried to close the fastener, it only pushed the upper belly fat upward into a muffin top and made things worse.

"Hoh!" she exclaimed with frustration to her husband. "When did this happen?"

The man knew that he was treading on dangerous ground. He answered cautiously, "I suppose it happened over the winter." He shrugged his shoulders at her to indicate he really didn't know.

"Do you think I have a big belly?" She asked him and glared at him with anger.

"I'm not going to answer that question. It's a trick question, and I'll never get the answer right. I suppose the next thing you're going to ask me is about your butt," he said calmly with a smirk.

She snapped at him with exasperation, "What am I going to do about this?" She pressed her lips together in a thin line, and peevishly stared at her husband.

"I'm getting out of here while the gettin' is good!" The mad said hastily and hustled out of the dressing room without another word.

The woman removed the shorts, and examined her image in the mirror. She was in postmenopause and she had just turned sixty years old. It appeared that things had shifted a bit. Her normally muscular arms and legs appeared thinner than before, and her waist was obviously bigger.

She slammed the shorts on the floor with temper, and hollered loud enough for her husband to hear her downstairs, "I refuse to buy a larger size!"

She stomped on the shorts with her foot, and kicked them against the wall. The man could hear her hissy fit all the way downstairs in his office. He casually walked to the pantry, took out the calcium-magnesium-zinc bottle, extracted a pill from the bottle, and walked back upstairs with it. He handed her a glass of water, and the magical little pill, which he knew would calm her down.

"Here, take this," he said as he handed her the water and pill. "Growing older is definitely not for the faint of heart. It takes a lot of courage. Try not to worry about it."

"Well, you're going to worry about it if I have to buy all new summer clothes!" The woman squalled at him. He hugged her briefly, and she shoved him away from her.

He knew it would take a while for the calcium-magnesium-zinc to do its job, and so he simply said, "You'll figure it out," and retreated.

"Hoh!" she shrieked as she slammed her arms down and stomped her foot. The dogs erupted with barking at her and the commotion she created.