There's nothing to eat!

The title is the lament I made daily (more often, actually) each time I would open the refrigerator door when I was a teenager.

I came home from golf today and was hungry. So hungry that after I ate the leftovers we took home from the steakhouse we patronize every Sunday, I then nuked a couple of hot dogs and munched down a dozen pretzels.

I hope spending 4 hours in the heat and humidity counteracts whatever excess calories those snacks gave me.

I miss those heady days of my youth when I could devour 18" hoagies and be hungry enough in a couple of hours to eat a Whopper and a chocolate shake. And without gaining a pound.

When I enlisted in the Navy, my official weight was 133 lbs on a 5'11" frame. It has taken me a lot of years to get to 170 lbs.

I may have to skip lunch tomorrow, though, so I can keep it under 170.