Many years ago when I married my first husband I weighed in at 92 pounds. Five kids later I weighed in at 103. When Kenneth passed in 2003, I was a hefty 180. Same bones, same skin, same everything, just more compacted. He used to say, "You's not fat, you's fluffy." And for a lot of years that is where I stayed, just a fluffy woman who liked to eat.
Of course I still had Bret at home and had to cook for him, so I pretty much maintained that weight. Then he fell in love and left me so there went the reason for cooking. My weight went down to 165 or so and my doctor was pleased that I was finally doing something about my obesity. Now granted, I was overweight, I still looked good, because I was compact, but as for "doing something about being overweight" he was dead wrong. I had not been "doing something" about the problem, but I do think my body seeks its own weight. Happy I eat and gain weight, sad I go the other way.
It was not until this past year that the scales began to go the other way. When one lives alone eating is not a high priority. Before Covid 19 I was eating out occasionally and having friends over occasionally, but, then safety became paramount. No more meeting for lunch. No more stopping for takeout. Life just pretty much became a solitary existence. Consequently, since eating alone is not a lot of fun, I now top the scales at 139. According to all the charts I see I am still considered obese.
So here is the deal: I am going to set here and be obese. Hell with it. I am old with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel and something is eventually going to kill me! I like cookies. I really like homemade cookies and I just baked up a batch of white chocolate macadamia and there is no one here to eat them except me! If I get so big that they have to take me out the big window in the front room, I will surely die a happy woman. At least I will be full of cookies and at my age, that is about the best I can hope for.
So peace to all and bon a petite!! I am off to the kitchen to use up some more of those Macadamia nuts and Walnuts that my sweet little Irene sent me! May even send her a couple!
RIP
