I was chatting to a male colleague last week, he works on the security team, I’ll call him Mr Door. We started talking Fitbits. His wife also follows the commands of her Fitbit religiously and through this little common ground we had a chat, not work related, our first.
Mr Door believes that, in part at least, fat is a natural consequence of ageing. You’ve only got to look at an old dog, he said, they all get a bit chunky. He was aiming to be constructive. I think. Anyhow I was aware that within the context of this particular conversation, I was the old dog.
Mr Door also mentioned that he’s not keen on overly thin in middle age.
He has a point, finding the sweet spot between old dog and boiling chicken, portly or scrawny is probably what all over 50s are aiming for.
It is a fact of midlife that just looking ok requires a degree of forward planning.
Glamorous or what?
What.
fat tart 