I sound like I'm bothered by my advancing age. I'm not. Except when I say I'm "in my forties" (that doesn't sound right) or when I see wrinkle cream ads featuring 20-year-old models, or when I drive by the bench advertising the real estate services of a kid who looks like he's 17. Have you seen that ad? What is that? Shouldn't I be hiring him to mow my lawn, rather than to sell my house? When did adults get so young looking? When did I become the oldest one in the room?

The bicycle tire around my midriff has been slowly inflating. I've been watching it grow for a while now. If I ever was tempted to hook a vacuum up to my belly button and suck all the fat away, I now know that's not an option, at least not for me. CBC News at 6 produced a series of reports on cosmetic surgery recently. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get those liposuction images out of my mind. Yikes! And it was going to take weeks for the bruising and swelling to go down on this particular patient, weeks before he saw the results he wanted. I wonder what results I'll see just by walking more for the same period of time?