After getting married and having a committed lifelong partner and two wonderful children, I no longer care what anyone else thinks of my appearance. I have lots of family and friends who love and accept me as is. Why do I care what superficial people or AI think about how I look? I like myself just fine.
(Although I still want to keep myself as healthy as possible and wouldn’t mind looking younger. It’s just not a high priority.)
This is how it should be!!!
I was at a dinner party a couple weeks ago, where the people present were of different ages, some 10+ older than me (making them in their mid-to-late 60s and older), some younger. Anyways, at some point during the dinner we got to talking about hamburgers, and someone mentioned a certain burger chain that just doesn’t give you much burger, that it’s all bun and no burger. I chimed in with, “do you remember the old Wendy’s commercials?.. Where’s the beef?” One of the “boomers” at the table responded, “That was… that must have been, what?.. 40 years ago?” And then he looked at one of the younger people at the table and said, “as we might all know reading the historical records” with a slight grin.
Apparently, I had committed the sin of asking a question that revealed people’s age!
Exactly I remember the sassy old gal, Clara Peller in that commercial. Super Bowl January 1984.
Probably dead now. Lol.
Here it is!
Link:
20s vs 40s exercises
This one’s for Brian Johnson…
When you have a bad GP…
a CUTE angina LoL!
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A quickie…
Hamilton meets old age.
John Oliver on RFK Jr’s statistical mishaps…
The future Bryan Johnson dictatorship:
A compilation of the times Chris was being healthy on Parks and Recreation. A fun watch if you were a fan of the show.
I went to cleanse the holy shrine of my supplement cupboard, where jars and bottles sit in reverent silence, waiting for their moment of glory. As I reached into the dark, forgotten corner, I uncovered an ancient relic: milk thistle, its seal broken, its label faded, its expiration marked June 2010. Fourteen years it had slumbered, unnoticed, denied its sacred mission of protecting livers. Alas, it perished not in service, but in obscurity, a martyr of poor organization. Truly, a tragedy among supplements—gone not with a swallow, but with a sigh and the trash bin. It made me realize I probably need an actual system for throwing things out—otherwise, my cupboard will end up looking more like a museum than a storage space.
