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Lesson Purpose:
Your body is a precious gift that should be properly nourished, cleansed, and kept free from harmful substances. By preserving the sanctity of your body, you keep it as a holy temple for your spirit.
The Lesson
“And the LORD God formed man [of] the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” Bible, Genesis 2:7
“If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple ye are.” Bible, 1Cor 3:17
“If anything is sacred the human body is sacred.” Walt Whitman, I Sing the Body Electric.
“For the body at best
Is a bundle of aches,
Longing for rest;
It cries when it wakes.” Edna St. Vincent Millay, Moriturus
Robert Lewis Stevenson is an example of a person living with his body. I realize that not everyone has a healthy body and that they have to compromise to meet their life's objectives. Robert Lewis Stevenson died in the last decade of the nineteenth century at age forty-four. One of the greatest writers of all time, he said that there was never a day in his life that he was not ill and that he felt strong enough to get out of bed. But he said that if he didn't get up, nothing would be accomplished that day. So he got up and wrote the wonderful literature for young and old that will be enjoyed as long as man can pull a chair up to a lamp and read.
We don't have to go back that far, do we? We have a young mother in our town who is horribly crippled and raising her children on her own. She is a beautiful creature with long black hair that drops down to her waste. I sometimes see her down by the town lake. Crutches in both hands and braces on her legs, she struggles to walk around the lake. I go up to her and ask her is she is okay. Can I take her back to her car? She gives me her beautiful smile and says, “I'm going to try and make it.”
Her picture was in the paper the other day. Habitat for Humanity is building her a house. She is so happy and what did she say? “I'm going to work on that house too.” And she will. Why? Because she has too, to achieve what she wants to get out life. (Note: I worked on her home and three others while living in Arizona. She lives in it today with her two children, a boy and a girl.)
Most of us have reasonably healthy bodies. We should be grateful to God for that. If people with terrible ailments press on in their lives despite the suffering, we should strive to use our bodies to help others. And that's what we do, isn't it? We go to work. We go shopping for groceries. We pack the kids in the car and take them off to school and sports activities. We are on the run all the time! And that is why we have to stop and think and ask ourselves, “Am I taking care of the body that God gave me? Do I give my body enough rest? Do I give my body enough exercise? Do I feed my body the right foods? Am I putting dangerous chemicals and drugs into my body?
When did I last have the doctor give me a checkup?”
We are what we eat, they say. And that's what we like to do most, isn't it? EAT! There are two problems here related to Quality and Quantity. You can eat all the carrots, lettuce, watermelon, and other such vegetables and fruits that you want without ill effects. Why? There are few calories, but lots of vitamins and minerals that you need.
You can't eat all the meat, ice cream, cake, hamburgers, hot dogs, cheese, and such, without getting too much fat and too many calories.
Moderation is the key, isn't it? Sure it is! If you eat lots of fruits and vegetables and much less meat, ice cream, cake, hamburgers, French fries, fried onion rings, etc., you will have more energy and vigor.
Many folks are overweight which leads to heart decease, diabetes and other ailments. To lose weight, I have to write down my daily intake of food item by item on a sheet of paper so that I don't over do it. By doing that, I automatically say: “Hey! I’m eating too darn much.” When I first started doing this, I would count the calories and stopped when I reached my limit. I found this not necessary. Just jotting down the items slows me down.
We need exercise too. They say that we old folks need at least three thirty-minute exercise periods every week and that hefting a few weights can keep our muscles strong. I walk around the track at our high school pumping five pound weights.
Younger people get plenty of exercise, at least most of them, but they still need to watch what they eat.
Tired about me talking about Korea? Well, this isn't one of my war stories. It's a fact that the doctors working in aid stations and field hospitals in Korea, many who had served in WW II, found that the arteries of the Korean GI’s were heavily laden with plaque. Much more than what the doctors saw in WW II. The reason was that those that went into W.W.II lived during the “kettle of beans” era of America called the Great Depression.
The diet was not HIGH FAT.
We ate a lot of vegetables. Our mother's canned fruits and tomatoes. I remember carrying jars of fruit and vegetables down our basement steps until my arms dropped off.
Then came the hamburger era.
When the war brought money into the land of the poor, we went on a richer diet. We loved ice cream and hamburgers and hot dogs and French fries. When I was in high school and, even later after the Korean War, at the university, a good lunch was hamburgers with fries. I paid for it. Years in industry, after I left teaching engineering at Iowa State University, required lots of travel and lots of meals away from home. I traveled to England, Germany, France, Italy, Belgium, Holland, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Mexico, Japan, Korea, and on one trip, I flew around the world, crossing the Great Soviet Union after flying over Finland, and then dropping down into Japan.
We ate and ate and ate!
Wherever we went, we ate like hogs.
After I retired and was editor of an industrial magazine, I flew to Mexico, Ecuador and Columbia. In Columbia, I was escorted by guards with machine guns. But I didn't eat fatty foods.
The reason was that I had bypass surgery and no longer was allowed to eat artery-blocking goodies. My first surgery was in 1992. In the spring of 2005, one of the grafts was replaced and I was supplied with the aortic valve of a hog (which seems appropriate).
So, what should we eat?
The “Nutrition Action Healthletter,” published by the nonprofit Center for Science in the Public Interest, 1875 Connecticut Avenue, N.W., Washington, D.C. 20009 says that the following are good things to eat: oranges, whole-grain bread, cantaloupe, broccoli, sweet potatoes, watermelon, beans, salmon or other fatty fish, all-bran or 100% bran cereals, spinach, and kale.
Salmon and other fatty fishes reduce the chance of a sudden-death heart attack. All-bran and 100% bran reduce the risk of cancer and heart disease.
When you shop for groceries, read the labels. Quaker 100% Natural Oats & Honey Granola sure sounds healthy to me. Not so says the Center. Too much sugar and fat. Look for a low-fat variety from Mister Quaker if you want granola. Many plastic-bag items like chips are loaded with fat and salt. Breakfast sandwiches are packed with fat. Pizza is loaded with fat. Buy a low-fat brand or eat in moderation. Donuts and such are loaded with sugar and fat. Look for fat-free varieties. Noodles and such by themselves are not high in fat, but when you fry them they are. Canned soups can be loaded with salt. Read the labels.
Breakfast eating out: Well, Denny's Slim Slam is much better for you than the Grand Slam.
What about meat? My wife lives without it, and she doesn't feed me much. Some meat, or equivalent, is essential to good health, but purchase lean cuts and eat in moderation. Use it as a garnish more than the main part of the meal. I make spaghetti using chicken as the meat instead of meat balls. You can eat turkey burgers rather than hamburgers.
What about pork? When I was a boy, I use to work at a hog farm owned by our church. Stink! Wow! The pigs were as big as cars. When I drove through Iowa in 1956, the pigs were still huge. When I went back to teach at Iowa State University in 1966, the pigs had shrunk. They got smaller still by the time I left in 1974. All this was accomplished through breeding and diet. The pigs were slimming down. Lean pork can have a lot less fat than some beef cuts. Read the labels at the supermarket.
Everyday eat: cereal, fruit, vegetables, little or no meat, and fish once or twice a week.
My wife doesn't cook fish and the trout I catch don't have much omega-3 fatty acid. I take the pills. Take a multipurpose vitamin and consider taking extra vitamin C, especially during the cold season.
Physical Examinations
Middle-aged men should have an annual physical. Men are subject to prostate problems. The problem is enlargement with the distinct possibility of cancer. (My friend died a few weeks ago after an eight-year fight with prostate cancer. A sad lose.)
Women are subject to breast and ovarian cancer and need checkups before middle age.
Any person having a family history of heart disease, diabetes, cancer, or other ailment, should notify their doctor of this fact.
Remember to Exercise
Walking is good. When you are young, you can be as vigorous in exercise as you want. (There may be exceptions.) When you are old, walking is the best exercise, or perhaps swimming. My wife swims three times a week. On her 70th birthday, she swam 70 laps at the Olympic pool.
Golf is good if you walk the course pushing your bag by hand cart or carrying it. Driving around the course in a motorized cart is not quite as healthy, but you can still get a lot of exercise if you are a bad golfer and spend lots of time in the rough. England is good for golf. They usually don't have motorized carts and the rough is really rough. I do love playing golf in England with the brassy weather and the foxes scampering out of the brush and the kids running out on the course stealing your balls, and all such fun.
Keep your body clean and lean if possible. If not, keep it fat and clean. But obesity is a major health risk for heart attack and cancer.
Make sure you get enough sleep and resttoo, and make sure you take time out for recreation to alleviate the stresses of out times.
For The Little Children
Mr. Brown set on the front porch watching the cars go by.
Freddy said, “I've never see Mr. Brown out of that chair.”
Peter replied, “That's because Mr. Brown never gets out of that chair. He brings it out in the morning and sits there until after dark.”
“Yes,” Freddy said, “He's in that chair even in the winter and late at night. The only difference is that he goes inside the house when it’s too cold outside.”
Peter nodded his head. “Yes, all he needs is that chair and that radio blasting away.”
One day, two of Mr. Brown's older sons came to the front of the house with an ax. Freddy said, “What are they up to now? I've never seen the Brown boys work. They just horse around all day.”
Peter said, “I think they are going to cut down that tree.”
Freddy replied, “What makes you think they can use an ax. They'll probably cut off a foot.”
The Brown boys started swinging the ax at the tree. They chipped the tree here and there but they couldn't seem to get the hang of it.
“I can't believe it!” said Peter.
“You can't believe what?” asked Freddy.
“Mr. Brown is getting out of that rocking chair!”
“I’ll be!” said Peter.
“Give me that ax!” said Mr. Brown. "You boys don't know how to swing an ax." He took the ax and started swinging like Paul Bunyan. He knew how to use an ax and the chips were flying.
Freddy said, “Look how red his face is getting.”
“More like blue,” said Peter.
Then poor Mr. Brown fell to the ground. The Brown boys called their mother and she came running out of the house. She send one of the boys to use the Neighbor’s telephone to call an ambulance. But it was too late. Poor Mr. Brown was dead by the time the ambulance arrived. He had a massive heart attack. Mrs. Brown was crying.
Peter and Freddy felt sad. They told the Brown boys they were sorry.
Later, Freddy told his father what happened. His father said, “It's too bad. He wasn't in good enough health to cut down a tree. You have to keep fit to do that kind of work. You have to know your own limitations.” Freddy said, “I’ll try to remember that, Father. When I'm old, I will walk a lot like Grandfather does. I’ll try to keep healthy and strong.”
His father smiled at him and said, “You are thinking good, Son.”
Yes, this is a true story. The names were changed.
Copyright©2001-2005 by Taylor Jones, John T. Jones, Ph.D.
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The Forest
As we drove farther into the outskirts of Augsburg, looking out placidly across the top of cars, houses, and at the dogs running about, I got thinking, thinking how I felt being with Chris, about Chris. It was like I was cast into a spell, an enchantment, or perhaps a curse; very seldom did I ever feel like this. Normally I would feel like this only if I was in the presence of a great person, like my karate instructor in San Francisco, Gosei Yamauchi, or his father ‘The Cat’ Gogan, who was one of the few 10th degree black belts in the world. Normally I’d be high the whole next day. With Chris I felt the same way I knew tomorrow I’d be high all day, it was a natural high.
Once—I can’t remember when—I had read something about the poet Emily Dickinson, she was something like a recluse, but she made a poem indicating nature was her high, and I always remember that. How true this can be, grabbing the moment and cherishing it, absorbing it as if there was no tomorrow, and at the same time absorbing nature: the sounds and the heart beat mother earth, and sky; others humans, and the dogs and birds, all such things that at that moment surround you; they are all somewhat magical. I was learning, how to be a listener if anything and it entailed all things within your presence.
Chris was fully alive now, as I turned my head towards her delectation her steering wheel facing me, at which made the moment a little more interesting, as she felt good about me checking her out; a weary kind of sense, not defeat, just a good profile look; I thought dimly in my mind as she drove mile after mile: how could she afford to look so prim and proper all the time. Do her hair in a unique style, not a hair out of place, so it seemed. I guess in our own way we are all unique, I heard that someone say that someplace, not sure where.
An hour and a half had passed on by and she was still driving, and it was getting dark. She pulled into a wooded area; she said it was the outer rim of the Black Forest (otherwise known as the Eyebrow of the Woods), I think I heard of that forest in a fairytale book or at least that is where my mind said I got it from. An enchanting name, I must had said it my second self, that little person inside of all of us that we talk to: Black Forest, Black Forest…!
“So you see,” said Chris “…here we are!” She added her conclusive little smile to her face as she said that; as we entered the dark huge green forest, parking the car a little off to the side of a dirt road that lead into the deeper and more distant part of the forest, partly covered by trees and bushes now.
There was a chill in the air so I rolled up the window, as she turned on the radio for some music.
Very quickly and carefully she moved her thin reserved neck and shoulders into my area, she just starred at me, as if she was going to eat me up; as her left arm was lowered, it pulled out a bottle of Mosel-Saar-Ruwer wine, 1965 wine, -- I looked the bottle over 9.5% volume; I knew they had been making wine around this intriguing river and hilly area for close to 1700-years. It was good wine I had tasted it before, not sweat or dry, flowerily white wine to be exact.
“Now,” said Chris indignantly, but with the air of a certain point, “…let’s see what we can do with this battle.
We started to drink and laugh.
“Ah, yes,” I said to her, “you have a lovely profile.” She smiled and threw her head back.
“Well,” I thought out loud “… this is a good way to pass the night away, and begin romantic indecencies”-- she leaned over the center-divider of the bucket seats to kiss me. She opened her mouth, sunk her lips on mine, as she pulled her long legs to the under-part of the dash, she then started to unzip her zipper to her boots.
“This,” commented Chris “passes everything…I never did it in a car before.” She had drunk down 1/5 of the wine like a person drinking water.
“Chick,” said Chris, ”…come over here.”
I moved my body closer to hers. Everything seemed to be in the way. I could not back out of whatever was going to happen; and I knew what was in the makings.
She was starting to stretch her hands out: --her blouse went over her head, I just kept looking as she started to strip, I was growing, getting as hard as a pencil.
“Oh, damn Chick,” said Chris heartily as she touched my item. Just her saying that aroused me; then pulling off her bra, and her skirt up I seemed to become tranquilized somehow, my mind slipped to King Solomon, of all things, as he once defined the beauty of a woman’s body and how it was to measured for one’s pleasure by enjoying it fully, and this was all I wanted to do now—enjoy it, and I think Chris was feeling the same way for even though we were both a bit on the tipsy side we were fully aware of our responses, I had lost complete focus of the uncomfortable situation, as she did…
◊…now that she was almost completely stripped only her panties on, she curled up in a fetus position holding her legs and leaning back, then opened up her legs slowly… I thought what every on earth possessed her, yet who can predict women I told myself, and started to take off my cloths, quickly…getting out of this spill of sorts. I guess it is true, men like to observe, and women like to touch. I liked both. This was not dirty sex, this was pure sex, at its height, one might even say, it was like a painting; she painted the picture, she taught me how to enjoy what she had to offer.
“I’m going to get it all off in a minute,” I said, it was difficult working in this cramped space… she chuckled, “Slowly please, I can wait…”she softly said as she rested her head back and I caught my breath, that is what she wanted, that is, for me to calm down, yet remain hard and possessed with her offering: I think we both had multiorgasms
“I feel fine now –“ I said, adding, “cramped but fine…☺”
Chris opened up her arms I couldn’t back away after that, could I?
I told myself: I have a private room at the barracks…. Then said it out loud to her:
“Of course, -- next time…” said she, and we continued to make love for the third orgasm for me, for her, perhaps five or six.
We seemed to flop around the front seat finding the right position…’she‘s looking at me eeeeeeeee’, I told myself, I’m cramped, nothing to grab a hold of, her head leaning against the glass of the window. Without a word we continued: --my body heavy onto hers, my heart beating two-hundred ticks a minute, we both were hot, enmeshed in the moment, a lustful, and burning moment; I wanted to open the door, but feared the light going on and someone would see us, plus the air was cool, too cool. I had no escape we met each other’s eyes as I penetrated her. She looked again deep into my eyes as she tried to catch her breath, to make sure I was still alive I think. It was seemingly unfair for me to put her through this I thought, but the thought only lasted a half second, I found myself exploding … as my heart dropped to my feet, and again, and again, I exploded and burned as if I had opened myself up to a volcano; I had learned at that moment, the difference between happiness and pressure: happiness was listening to her talk before, and then came her smile, now the pleasure, sex; I hurt, this had never happened before.
“Nice evening, isn’t it?” I said as I started pulling her body closer to me.
“I hope you are not offended I am taking the lead?” said Chris.
“Not at all,” I said, adding, “I’ll catch up.”
“There are times,” said Chris, “when rules are made to be broken like now, them...mmm damn silly rules…” she pulled herself up a bit, “I stopped believing in those rules… this is one of those moments I want to remember…remember for a long time, even after I am dead.”
As we tried to untwist our bodies, we caught ourselves laughing at our odd situation. We had made love, and became a little more sensitive with each other…a little more possessive of each other, I guess that is the nature of things in a relationship, they are made to progress, or stop, one or the other, and it was never to take place again in the front seat of a Mustang I knew….
She laid her cheek against my hand.
“Chick.”
“Yes?”
“You realize don’t you, this can’t end here?”
“There’s no reason for it to end, is there?”
“No.”
She spoke some German words I didn’t understand, German mingled with English I should say: then somehow, she went silent…maybe she was taking time to remember the moment, digesting it; I didn’t know, nor did I want to try to guess, I just looked at her, her smile it seemed to promise something, grace; instinct was in it also, around her small enclosed eyes, as they opened and shut slowly they were weaving a web I do believe, “It won’t end here, I promise.”
Pleasant and agreeable-like a well-cultured woman she was, maybe too much for me, she opened the door, and dressed quickly, then got back in.
“Want a cigarette?” I asked, sitting up straight.
“No and neither do you. We are both restless it seems. Come over to me,” she started kissing me.
As she released her lips from mine, she sat upright now, pulled out a cigarette, lit it and started blowing smoke rings into the air.
“You know perfectly well, I’m very much attracted to you…yoouuuu… right?”
“I hope so, I feel the some way.”
“Luckily the wine deadens the bruises (discoloration).” I commented, she laughed and kind of stretched her back to put it back in place…”Me to,” she replied.
“I wish all relationships could start like ours, it is like saying let’s drop all the game playing and pretend we are on the fifth date, and cut the crap; I like you Chick, I like you very much…”
“The bruises will show up tomorrow,” I told Chris.
Kind of saying maybe we should go, but neither one of us seemed to be all that bothered with that so we simply started kissing again after her cigarette brake…it was a long and needed pause for me, for a second breathe, a refractory period I needed [from uninterrupted sex]; that is, having multiple orgasms drains a man. I’ve learned also, women don’t need this rest period; so in time I’d learn how to last longer, and perhaps stretch the orgasms thinner but again, longer (three hours at the most; and I did).
I thought in my head, she was having sex with me, and then that rich boyfriend she had; she was getting her multiorgasmic pleasures indeed, perhaps a secret to some women, for once they discover this, it is hard for any man to keep up with them, lest he be a superman of sorts. I did not even at that young age have the capacity to pass six organisms; five was my limit I learned. I was limp now; my penis had been as pointed as a scorpions tail a while ago.
As scary as it started out for me I thought my reactions afterwards was cool, I seemed to be letting things take their natural course. It was a dark and colorless evening. Grossly romanticized in such an unimpressive way (so I thought in the back of my mind), yet Miss Chris was perfect.
I thought to myself: maybe she might be annoyed with my lovemaking… I guess every man wants to please the woman, wife, girlfriend, the one he is making love to, or should want to please her, but most don’t; how can they, they pop too quickly. This is a fact, I’ve talked to men, and when they say they go so quick, no woman could get it on in that time period. A woman taught me how to hold myself from climaxing too early, thus allowing the woman to catch up—and therefore, allowing my female mate to get it on and enjoy. I know this evening went a little fast, but Chris was modest about it, like that other woman who had taught me, helped me, to help her, so we both could enjoy each other more; as my slowing down kept my penis hard longer, allowing her pleasure zone to become wider. This was something of the case in hand, but not completely.
Most men think they make love better drinking, but it’s far from the truth. Most men do not know how to make love, no one taught them, so all they do is f*ck, and that is not love, that is, if anything, a quick climax, like eating a big fat burger, and wiping your mouth in its enjoyment and then leaving the café only to find out: you got indigestion, and had you went to a nicer restaurant, ate slower, you’d never forget the meal.
I have experimented with that theory, and it is nine-minutes verse four-hours, I say four hours, but I knew in my head it was only one time I lasted four hours, two and a half was the norm.
I was thinking now—as Chris kissed me—how I owe some women a bit of gratitude for allowing me to have my pleasure and not returning it to them; that’s the caretaker in a woman I think. But women just don’t know men can learn. And men are too bull-headed to let women teach them what pleases them. I had learned a good lover was worth his weight in gold and even maybe a little more: sometimes they can be irresistible.
One could hardly tell her it wasn’t hastily done, our sex (to me it was) for it was, but she seemed to understand the circumstances, and we need not prove anything today, only allow our bodies to be sanctioned to the other. So I think we both felt. Lovemaking would improve as time went on.
“I’m afraid my lover, we will have to find better accommodations next time,” Chris said, smiling at me.
“Yes,” I hesitated, “absently,” I hesitated-- “I feel the same way.”
“It’s a little hard in such a cramped car luckily we are both a little tipsy….”
“I’m afraid I’m not, somehow I sobered up when you took your blouse off.” She smiled, with a grin.
“Yes. I sense you have, do you really like me Chick?”
“You are growing on me. And what is there not to like?”
She was like a schoolgirl at times, needing to be encouraged, to grow up, and needed to be admired. But she didn’t need permission to live, she was taking that—but I’m learning to appreciate women more, I told myself, and it seems the more I show appreciation, the more they respect me, and to be quite frank with myself, I need respect. And why not … the world will give it, if you demand it, and if not, let that part of the world go; so my second self, my mind’s eye, told me.
But then as I looked at her, if she really felt she was on death row, with cancer, maybe I was just a remedy for a while, and if so, so what, maybe I needed a remedy to make it through my time here in Germany; so seemed just to me.
8
The Spider and
The Web
A warm-wind had picked up it seemed, and April and May in Germany was a paradise of light-cool sunrays, it was a spring never to forget, Chris and I were growing on one another, like white on rice. More community drinking fairs were picking up and Chris and I tried to make a few, drink it up and eat and just go with the flow; it was a good time for living.
Chris and I were known throughout the guardhouse-barracks as lovers and a heat wave at that. She seemed to have a charm with my soldier friends, and often drove her German boyfriend’s Mercedes car to the gate, and about, showing off kind of, not only to me, but it seemed at times going out of her way to show it to the other guards. Most of my friends thought she had two cars, I simply did not up date them, if they were not in my way of thinking or inner circle—why squander my time; and in most cases they didn’t have a need to know; but Ski and a few other of my friends knew the truth. I felt: plus, I felt: why not let Chris make an impression at the guard shacks, if it helps her ego so be it. I do not think I was envious, rather amused. I’m sure somewhere along the line I’d have to deal with envy, but who at my age is envious, for what, I have a lifetime to catch up.
She flirted with the guards, and they all thought it cool. At night, if I had to work, she would bring me by a sandwich while on duty; in one way she got the guys a little jealous, or in lack of a better word, annoyed. And sometimes she would simply walk into barracks, which had about fifteen-guards some running around half naked from the shower room to their room, while others went visiting. She’d come knocking on my door. She’d spend the night with me, it was an improvement from the car, and for some reason we only went over to her house once in the following two months. I knew we were not fooling anyone at the guard-barracks, but we pretended to be secret about it anyway.
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Not to discredit the plant based (phytoestrogen) breast enhancement pill. Many women have had success on the phytoestrogen based breast enhancement pill as well, but must be careful not to select a cheap knockoff that may cause unpleasant side effects such as acne and PMS-like symptoms. There are some excellent choices out their for the herbal breast enhancement pills as well, you just need to know where to get them, how to pick them out, and how to put them to effective use.
It is also important when choosing to go with a plant based breast enhancement pill to choose wisely since they need to have a precise combination of the specific breast enlarging herbs in order to achieve their ultimate purpose - breast enlargement, enhancement, firming and toning.
As long as you go into the buyer's market armed with the knowledge you need, you are on your way to finding the right breast enhancement pill for you, if that's what you so desire.
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Before I try to answer this questions I must say that Penis size is one of the greatest self-confidence battles that men deal with. Another important fact is that only 10% of all men are happy with their penis length or their sexual performance. Do you belong to the 90% that are unhappy?
A lot of questions are asked everyday by the male population...
Is my penis long enough? What is the average penis size?
Approximately 75% of the male population has a penis that is 6" or greater.
What does my partner thing about it? Will I be able to give more satisfaction to my partner with a larger penis?
Penis size can have both a physical and psychological effect on the initial degree of sexual excitement for some women.
And how about you? If you belong to the other 25% can you deal with it?
If not, there are penis enlargement products and programs specifically developed to increase your penis size. These products were not only developed for people with underdeveloped penises, but those have an larger-than-average penis, who just want more.
The existent methods are:
1.- Penis Jelging: Basically jelqing involves "milking" or stretching exercises involving the penis, with the ultimate goal of increasing the length of your penis. Jelqing has been found to have some disturbing effects when repeated for a period of time.
2.- Penis Enlargement Pumps and Electric Pumps: With the pumps you can make up to 2 inches gain but this gain is not permanent and only lasts for approximately 1 hour. It's not an effective method if you desire a permanent penis enlargement.
3.- Penis Enlargement Surgery: Although there has been great improvements in phalloplasty, also called cosmetic penile enhancement or augmentation surgery, the results remain unpredictable and there are some significant risks involved.
4.- Penile Weights: This method works by hanging small weights off the end of your penis to stretch the penis and in the process, make it longer. This method of penis enlargement has been around for some time and has worked in some cases, but comes with several potential risks.
5.- Penis Enlargement Pills: They are 100% natural pills, being blended with a combination of herbal component that very effectively enlarge both penis length and penis girth, as well as enhancing sexual performance. Some of them are developed in advanced laboratories and approved by the FDA.
6.- Penis Extenders: Though there are few people using this method in comparison to other types of penis enlargement, it is proving itself to be a very successful method. The device is used anywhere between 2 and 10 hours a day and causes your penis to build new tissue cells resulting in a longer, thicker penis.
7.- Penis Enlargement Patches: The transdermal patch ingredients are instantly absorbed into the skin and the product does not need to travel through your digestive system, beginning its work immediately for fast and effective sexual enhancement.
Some experts recommend the use of combined methods, in order to achieve a better and faster result. Before you choose, please check carefully the advantages and disadvantages of each one them.
