I have been thinking about the changes in my life.  I think many of us do this time this time of year.  One of the things that changed in my life has been my body.  Of course, everyone’s body changes over time but the last few days I have been pondering my changes.

When I was a baby and until I was about six I was fat.  I little dumpling if you will.  When I was a little girl I was pretty average. Not short or tall, chubby or thin just an average little girl. Then I got tall and skinny and awkward, all arms and legs.

From my mid-twenties to thirties, I was just right.  I wasn’t tall or short, not chubby or skinny. My arms and legs were no longer gangly but just as they should be.  I had curves where they are supposed to be all slender and perky…at attention if you know what I mean.

My forties and fifties brought some changes.  Things got softer and rounder and I gained some weight.  Then I was suddenly sixty!  Things changed, a lot! I was not fat but a bit plump and things sorted started shifting south.  My little pot belly morphed into a turkey roaster and my cute often complimented little butt…well let’s just say it wasn’t often complimented.  But maybe it’s because folks don’t compliment older women’s butts. Probably because no one looks at them but that is another post.

Now on my way to seventy, though I don’t want to be a little birdy old lady I don’t want to be an ostrich either.  So, in 2015, I was on and sometimes off, a diet.  It took a year to lose twenty-five pounds!  Dieting is hard work and I prefer naps.  Anyway, I am happy to be if not svelte at least wearing a size ten.

But here is a question.  If it took a year to lose twenty-five pounds why did it only take five days to gain five and a half pounds?  So much of life is a puzzle.

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