When I was in my twenties and thirties I wore medium shirts and 32/32 pants, then forty hit. It hit like a freight train. All of a sudden I needed large shirts and 34/32 pants. Slowly my pant size grew, and my legs shrunk. Finally a couple of years ago I had enough, I was wearing 36/30 pants. I was worried that if I kept going, by the time I got to a 40 waist, my butt would be dragging on the ground.
That's when I found out about healthy food. That's food that doesn't taste like anything, but it's really good for you. No more potato chips, I really miss potato chips. Now I'm healthy, my pant size is 34/32, my BMI ( I'm also learning a new language) is right on. But there is a problem. Somewhere along the line I lost my butt
I don't know when it happened, after all, it's not like I can see it. It's just that my pants won't stay up, and if I put a gun belt on, I can't walk ten feet without both the gun belt and my pants falling down.
My wife tells me I don't have a butt. “Don't you look in a mirror?” Hell no I don't, well not at my butt at least. I don't know who had the bright idea of putting a mirror in front of the bathroom sink. And then there's that old guy who lives in the mirror. We must be related because he kind of looks like me, only older.
I really can't remember loosing my butt, but then I can't remember what I did yesterday, so I probably did loose it.
Years ago, when I wore dress pants, they used to have ridges of some kind of silicone running around the inside of the waistband to help keep your shirt in. Maybe I could run lines of silicone around my waist to keep my pants up. A butt implant? Probably not.
I really wish I could wear a gun belt again. It looks really silly wearing a gun belt with suspenders on it.