A group of family women were entertaining themselves over the Thanksgiving dinner table when the topic of weight surfaced.
Not unusual after a third helping of pumpkin pie and Blue Bell ice cream.
We were lamenting how the distribution of our weight seems to shift, especially when 20, 30, 40 pounds have been added to our aging frames. It’s downright frustrating to realize we will never look as good as we did when we were 20. In fact, when one thinks about it, we will never again look as good as we do today.
How’s that for a point of brightness added to your day? Yep, it’s true. Today is as good as it is going to get when talking about how I look physically. Tomorrow I’ll probably have more wrinkles, less hair, more flab, less sight, more senility, less hearing, and the list goes on.
But the conversation was not a total ‘downer’. As we each noted that the clothes we once wore probably won’t fit anymore, one of the women pointed out:
“I still wear the same size socks.”
And after a moment of thought, I realized—I still wear the same size bra I did when I was 8 years old.
Some things never change.