Really Reflecting

While doing battle with my laptop just to get online, I started thinking about some of my other battles.  The first one that came to mind was my personal Battle Of  The Bulge in the days before I lost weight the hard way.

4 Generations

That was me several years ago.  But ya know something?  I sure would like to have some of that fluff back (my friends and I call that the “fluffy” look).  Trying to find clothes that fit now (size 3 or 4, rather that +) is next to impossible in this town.  Unless of course, you are a teenager and look okay in the leggings, the jeggings, and the cropped, skinny jeans that are just not made for old lady bods.  Especially the ones that can’t seem to work off that baby fat that clings almost 50 years after my last baby was a valid excuse for it.  Even worse is the noticeable lack of a caboose.  If you ever see me in the boys department of a clothing store, that is the reason I’ll be there.  It’s just plumb embarrassing, and it seems to be slightly genetic.  I inherited this from my mom and grandmother.  Doesn’t sound like a problem?   Try being stuck in a power chair with no standing options away from home!  Talk about a pain in the butt!


Which brings up the age old question of sizing.  Clothing sizes, that is.  This is a photo of me wearing my wedding dress — size 12.   That dress today would be closer to size 6.  And that was my size (12, not 6) from my baby days until I had my first baby!  After that day I managed to gain some baby fat on a regular basis, like every time I shoved a cookie in my mouth.  Mmm, yeah, A cookie.   More like a dozen cookies per sitting.  I baked dozens of cookies when my kids were in school.  Still do, for that matter, but it was safer back then when I could send packages of cookies to each of the kids teachers.  Edd and friends took care of the rest back then.  Now?  I palm off as many as possible to the staff and friends in the building, but everyone I know lately is trying to lose weight.  Or they are diabetic.  I happen to be diabetic also, but now have more trouble keeping my blood sugar up than trying to get it down.  Oh, well, that’s a whole ‘nother story.


So, this is me in 1995, newly divorced and lookin’ my best.  Or maybe still going thru the divorce — it’s hard to remember now.  The only part worth remembering is that it was a good thing, at least for us.  He found the love of his life and I found that I’m much better going it alone.  I was also at my thinnest in years and years and (my kids were all married and gone from the nest, so no baby fat at the time) couldn’t figure out how to cook for  one person, cooking for a crowd meant I would have to eat the same thing for about six months, so just snacked on stuff for a few months while learning to live in town, so different from my country roots.  I’m still trying to figure that one out, though.  And, oh golly gee, I’ve run out of potato chips!  Which means I have to go forage in the pantry, closets, and any other place a stray chip could be hiding.  Have a good day!


9 thoughts on “Really Reflecting

  1. Hi Angie. I enjoyed reading your story, just as usual 🙂
    I have been away since 8. of June at the hospital. First long time at UCI, then medical department, now I await that, they tell me that I’m free of all bad bacteria.
    Wish you a happy day, dear friend 🙂

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    • So happy you are better now, Irene. I have been wondering where you went and why I could never find you on the occasions I would post something. They are getting few and far between now due to my own deteriorating health.


      • I have been in hospital since 8. of June and still are until August, if all go as wished. For now, I’m just reading at the blogs, don’t have energy for more.
        Wish you all the best, dear friend 🙂

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      • Oh, no! Irene. You really have it bad. I’m just glad I don’t have to be in a hospital until my energy returns. I would spend the rest of my life there if that was the fact. I sure hope you are at least feeling better.
        Hugs to you, sweet friend. (((<3)))


      • So good to know, Irene. For now please just rest and take care of you.

        BTW, how is your little puppy doing? And who is taking care of him?


      • Thanks Angie for your kind concern. Odin is 4 years old now and big.
        I do also have my two old cats at 14 years. My boyfriend do take care of all of them, while I’m at the hospital.
        Wish you a happy day 🙂

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      • I half remembered Odin’s name, gut wasn’t sure. I’m so glad he is better now. I miss my little Max so much still, and he’s been gone over 7 years. If I were not in the power chair I might get another little dog for the love and company only dogs can give, but am too afraid now I would run over it with the chair if it came running toward me. I do have a “grandcat” who now lives with my grandkids for that very reason–she seemed determined to trip me every time she saw me come thru a door. I’m so glad you have someone in your life to take care of your 4 legged friends.

        Sending you love and hugs, ❤ ((()))


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