Abs

When Rusty was alive, after he was neutered he got this long hanging pouch around his belly. It would swing left and right when we walked. I think, like humans, he was disgusted by this hanging skin of flab that dangled from what used to be his tight little kitten belly.  I used to tease him by playing with that extra skin. He hated it. He would bite and claw at my hands as if to tell me, "Yeah, I got it. There's a little extra skin there. Leave me alone."

Now that I'm 36, enjoying good German beer and pastries, I find myself with some unflattering extra skin around my midsection that wasn't there this time last year. I'm not proud of it, but I'm certainly not lazy. I am very physical and spend what sometimes seems like too much time at the gym.

Gavin knows I am not comfortable with how I look at the moment and loves to tease me by patting my belly. Today he pinched the extra skin and told me, "When I turn 36, my abs are gonna have abs."  I laughed and responded, "Well your wife will really appreciate that!"