If you are familiar with my other blog, "The Gratitude Project," you know that I frequently start a subject one day, only to discover that I'm not finished with it. Such is the case with my stomachs. And, I suppose, a second stomach deserves a second posting.
I have heard that some men name certain parts of their bodies. It set me to wondering whether I should name my second stomach. Surely it deserves something more than the prosaic term "second stomach." What about Sandy? I've always liked that name. Then I realized that I have several friends named Sandy and that they might not appreciate it. The same goes for Laurie, Phyllis, Janet, Natalie, Jeannie, and others.
What to do?
Could I name it after a movie star? Or maybe a sports figure. I'm open to suggestions.
In the meantime, that second stomach, which we'll refer to as SS for the time being, rests comfortably in my mid-section, much like a beloved pet. Like some pets, it has grown, going from a sweet little lap dog to an unruly mutt that demands more room, more attention.
My SS can be comforting, though. It gives me a place to rest books, a nice shelf on which to put a plate. It keeps me warm on cold mornings. Yes, I fear my SS is here to stay, so I best make the most of it.