I think we can all agree, aging sucks.
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| roly poly fish head (public domain image) |
Part of the problem is that most of the time I manage to delude myself into thinking I'm decades younger than my actual age.
Then my body chimes in and reminds me there are certain things I cannot do anymore.
Like eat deep fried foods.
Last night, ignoring my intestinal history, I chose to partake of the Lenten season's first fish fry. I'm not a practicing Catholic anymore, so there's no reason to eat fish. I just enjoy fish fries.
Sadly, they no longer enjoy me – a fact that became all-too-apparent throughout last night. I won't go into the gory details. Suffice it to say, I'll no longer be eating fried fish, KFC chicken, onion rings or anything else that comes out of a bubbling vat of fat.
Still, I wish for fish. But I am grateful my malady isn't anything more serious.
Better to be sick from the fishes than to sleep with the fishes.
I'm sure Luca Brasi would agree.
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