I used to be a little obsessive about getting a bit of a belly on me, but then it occurred to me that I earned that belly. Sure it wasn’t exactly hard work, actually the opposite, but it was still mine. Of course I am not condoning gluttony, and I do believe in exercise and healthy living. But I think being all uptight about the perfect magazine figure can take the enjoyment out of life. There has to be a happy medium, live healthy, but enjoy life. Who wants to live to a ripe old age when your whole diet is brussels sprouts and every time you eat becomes an exercise in calorie pinching? Not me, I can try to watch what I eat to a degree while still looking forward to eating.
So forget the six pack abs, celebrate the whole case.