The other day I went to the doctor just for a check up kind of visit. Of course, the subject of my weight came up. How could it not, the first thing they do is weigh you.
It seems I have weighed the same for about 3 years. Sounds pretty good. Yes, I could stand to lose a few pounds but I am not exactly fat–just sort of fluffy.
When I was in my twenties I was a skinny mini. 
A tiny thing. I got so tired of people gushing over my skinniness. I just wanted more than anything to weigh 110 pounds. Never did–at least not then …
Still thin in my thirties 
but I had filled out a bit had and had some curves.
When my forties came to be I began–shall we say–to soften some.
Looked pretty good–I was happy.
Then came the fifties 
and changes.
Or as some call it “the” change.
I developed this little pooch thing. Not sure where it came from or how it got there but once it showed up it stayed. The pooch thing also brought its counterpart in the back that will not be named here as this is a G rated blog.
And here I am in my sixties!
Only the clothes I wear fit. Anyway, as I said I am now a bit fluffy.
Back to the doctor visit. As we were talking about my weight I got to thinking…I gain about ten pounds a decade. That really isn’t so bad. And when you think about it that’s only ONE pound a year!
Today, I think I feel pretty good about my weight.
Besides in my mind I look like this
Patricia's Place 
Some of us are luckier than others. I don’t consider myself unlucky, though. I’ve always had to fight the chubby monster but so far am soft as a fresh croissant and so what?! Can’t give up EVERYthing ALL the time…I know, blogging is responsible for all this sitting. Yikes.
What’s not to like about a fresh croissant? They are tasty and rich and versatile.
If I am not sitting blogging I am sitting reading or crocheting or watching a movie or eating or at my desk at work. I might be able to give up work…
Surely as we get older we’re allowed to stop obsessing over being skinny?? I love the “fluffy” description. Makes us all sound like delicious little cupcakes, some with more icing and whipped cream than others!
Cat
The older we get the better and more delicious we get–I like that…
I am on the smaller side, but I’m fluffier than I used to be. My grandchild loves to squeeze my upper arms and comment on how “soft” they are. Slowly but surely my bat wings are growing.
My bat wings are more like eagle wings–if I wasn’t bottom heavy I could soar.
I weigh the same as I did when I graduated from high school so it’s not only weight gain. The way it distributes itself on my body has changed significantly. Yep, I have a little tiny pooch and a lot of flabbiness even though I exercise. Everything has dropped quite a bit. You can’t fool mother nature!
Funny how things shift around. Sort of like an old house…comfortable but not as spiffy as it once was.
Hey, Patricia, I know exactly what you are talking about, especially the “gushing” thing about how “skinny” I was. ( I hated that word, still do…. also it’s counterpart!) I am in your age group and love the word “fluffy”!! My hubbie says, “Pat, what can you expect, you’ve had three kids and are40 yrs older than you were then”….From your pic, you look great!!
Yeah, we can’t expect to be brand new looking when we are slightly-or more-used. And none of the above pictures are of me…I don’t think I have ever posted the real me–shy you know…;~)
I was kind of skinny too, when younger. So it’s been extra hard for me to think that I’m fat now! Until I saw some pictures of me . . oh my. I think YOU are fabulous! 10 lbs. a decade? You got it made! 🙂
I think a pound a year sounds awesome but I have been told to stop it. But hey, I’m on a roll–why stop now? I never wanted to be a little bird old lady anyway.
Haha, me too Patricia. That cat reminds me of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tifffs, and that’s what I look like (in my mind) Great post. Great Attitude. 🙂
I am always surprised at what I see when passing a mirror or reflective glass when out and about. I look nothing like what I see there–or so I think. People used to say I looked a bit like Cher–I look better than she does now–I think having a war with aging makes you look like a cartoon. Sorry Cher.