When I was a younger man I could eat mass quantities of Pizza, I'm talking about order three large with my brother and finishing all of it.
Now I'm a bit older and I find that while I want to keep eating, I can't..... I filled up about half way through one pizza.
I don't think I'm going to handle this getting older thing very gracefully.
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6 comments:
Sad.
I ate a pizza last night. Ate every last bit of it.
I love being young.
Jeremy
I can still put it away... But not like I could when I was 20. I can't drink like I used to either.
Getting old does suck.
I do have to say that while the quantity of what I eat has tapered off a bit, I can still eat anything I want with no side effects. Peppers, no problem, sausage, no sweat.
Kust not as much.
My problem is that the metabolism that I had as a teenager is now gone. I can still eat a whole pizza, but now it just goes straight to my belly & ass unless I spend a week in the gym.
Does this pizza make my ass look fat?
Actually, I think it's my ass that makes my ass look fat.....
Testing a theory, chili dogs for lunch, in moderation. I feel groovy.
For the record, I can out breakfast any of you.....
And the concourse sunday brunch has eggs benedict and red beans and rice...
Jon, don't grow old gracefully. We can sit in a nursing home, wearing our Kiss and Monster Magnet shirts along with our pants that are pulled up to our rib cage.
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