flea and I were talking about perceived age a couple days ago. I think we both got the "not many wrinkles" gene, because both of us could pass for younger than, say, Dawson Leery (who is my age), based on forehead wrinkles. That dude has canyons, where I have one vertical line and two short horizontal ones.

I am notoriously crappy at estimating dress size among friends, so I do not even try to guess weight any more.

Hmph. My post didn't post, and I couldn't come back to get it.

After years of talking about weight numbers with my good friends of many shapes and sizes, I have a pretty good sense of what stuff looks like, so I'm not surprised by ita.

And Kat, I can only imagine how much paper teachers have -- I'm about to need another file cabinet, and I'm only a student!

Christian Bale is on Fresh Air today!

I am trying to be much more focused on size and feeling, rather than weight.

I was weighed everyday of college and the weight was always never what my coaches wanted, so I developed compulsive weighing myself issues and decided it best to not have them around (thank dog that is the only issue I developed).

I still think of myself as my college graduation weight, but really is cuurently 17 lbs more than that, shape is 2-4 inches different depending on where. I am still learning to accept that my body parts are shifting and falling all without consulting me.

I'm overweight. And I'd be bothered by it. Except I'm generally not. I was weighed in college and had both my weight and my percentage of body fat posted in the locker room in the atheletic department. Weekly.

I was the official fatgirl. That was 30+ pounds ago and I get angry when I think about how much I worried then.

I worry more about the acne.

No more paper!

I feel you kat. I'd kill for my college/high school body.

OTOH, if I'm going to kill, I might as well aim high and ask for Gina Torres' body

I'd kill for my college/high school body.

Oh, yeah . . .

I am still learning to accept that my body parts are shifting and falling all without consulting me.

Over the weekend, I was talking to a friend who has a ten-month-old, and she's finally coming to terms with the fact that most of her old clothes will never fit her again, no matter what she weighs. Ah well.

Timelies,

Why must there be Mondays? I think the world would be better if it were Monday-less.

I'd kill for my college/high school body.

Weighing 190lbs again would be nice. At the moment I'd be happy if I could get back down to 220.

I wouldn't kill for my high school body or my college body. But I'd love to be capable of what I used to be able to do (a standing back flip, walking on my hands down the hallway, ariel cartwheels, etc.).