Last week I got the results of my annual checkup; the doctor told me I have the body of a woman half my age. That's medically speaking, of course. I still weigh the same that I did in high school, but it's distributed somewhat differently. Through some inexplicable cosmic karma, my butt is bigger and my boobs are bigger, which is ironic as hell considering that as a teen I had a shape basically resembling a #2 pencil. It only took 30 years, but I finally have the hourglass I coveted back then.
I'm more conscious than ever of my diet and workout regimen. It's not rocket science. I do a little yoga and a little aerobics, but the main thing is I run a couple miles out in the desert four or five times a week. I love to run. I love how it makes me feel. When I come back from a run, my entire body is tingling, my muscles humming like a plucked bowstring. The endorphin high can last for hours.
Although my appetite for sex is at an alltime high, I can't really say that I enjoy sex more now than I did in the past, the reason no doubt being that I don't have one steady partner that I'm in love with. I love to fuck, but there's nothing as satisfying as making sweet love with the one you've given your heart to. I have no idea if that will ever happen again, but I guess you never know.
My parents are coming up for Christmas, the girls are bringing their boyfriends, and my current gentleman friend will be there, too. I'm looking forward to it. The older I get, the more I realize that there's nothing in this life that matters more than your health and the love of your family and friends. It will be a warm, comfortable time, full of laughter and teasing and raucus conversation around the dinner table.
I have so much to be thankful for. I'm healthy and life is good. I have everything I need, and most of what I want. How can it get any better than that?