The Belly Boomers

I am one of the baby boomers 'entitled' to live to 108, so it is official.... I really am, finally, middle age at 54. The reason I bring this up is I am convinced middle age means to me simply defined by what I am not -- one of the Belly Boomers.

I see them on the airplane. While I am excited to receive my upgrade to First just for the competitive triumph of it, I know many of these Belly Boomers are appreciating the extra seat width.

I see them at restaurants. I work so hard to focus on smart selections and negotiate with servers on preparation specifics, Belly Boomers simply order and their presented plated selections I often witness is the proof source I am right.

I see their room service trays as I walk down the corridor in the morning. The number one ordered menu item is the club sandwich, because it is easier to justify over the Angus burger. French fries are rarely mentioned in the club sandwich menu description (I know because I check), yet I am certain they are the hidden bribe to place the order, and there would be disappointment if only the cold pickle and generic ridged chips were unveiled as the dome is lifted.

How can I state this as fact? I used to be a Belly Boomer before Weight Watchers, almost 26 years ago. I can go on and on about the madness and mindless antics that supported my obesity. Thanks to the guidance and support from my Weight Watchers friends I appreciate the keen observations and choices I make in my food choices and lifestyle (code word for exercise) and contributions I am making as a Weight Watchers Leader.

I am certain we are wiser as we age, and the middle aged Belly Boomers will get it before obesity related diseases and complications rob them of their lifespan entitlement. We'll be there for them when they enter our Weight Watchers meeting room and they will be surprised to learn the club sandwich has more points than the burger (15 vs. 11)!