You're how old?

This morning at the gym I was talking with some women about WW, and said something about having had a baby pooch forever, and finally losing it now that my son is 21. They both did double takes. It's not an uncommon response, and it almost always feels good.

At noon Susan and I were walking around the reservoir talking about how with this next birthday I'll need to make my first appointment to visit the waffle machine.

And this evening I found my first grey hair.

I feel a bit as though I've aged a lifetime in one day. I've gone from the young, fit, teen mom to the grey-haired woman scheduling a mammogram. Thank god I'm not going through menopause. Yet.

Bye-bye, boobies

One of the things that kept me from trying to lose weight for years was my boobs. I loved having boobs. A B-cup isn't much, but compared to a nearly-A, they're huge! And since they came on so slowly, after gaining a fair amount of weight, I figured they'd be the first thing I'd lose if I ever dieted.

They stuck around much longer than I expected. I'm now within 2 pounds of my goal weight, and still wearing a B-cup. A padded, push-up, not quite full B-cup, but a B-cup, dammit! And oh, the joys of the push-up bra! I tried one once, years ago, when I was a nearly-A. It was ridiculous. Going from pancake-flat to having roundness on my chest looked absurd, and I've avoided push-ups ever since.

But once I lost enough weight that a 38 B really didn't fit, I went in for sizing and shopping. Lo and behold, I was told I'm a 34 B. So, fearing that loss of cup size was right around the corner, I tried on a push-up. Without making me look like I'm pretending to be a D-cup, I've suddenly got cleavage. And now, though I notice they're getting smaller, they're still pretty happy to hang out in a B-cup.

Who knew?

The Darndest Things

Susan has a great laugh. One of the joys of being at work used to be hearing her laughter down the hall. She laughs loudly and often. I love to hang out with her in part because I know I'll laugh - her laughter is infectious.

In addition to having an infectious laugh, Susan has also made me laugh incredibly hard because of the things she's said. Once I was in her office talking about colors I don't wear, and mentioned that I own very little green. She said, "Oh, I don't think I own anything green at all." She was wearing a green jacket.

When we went to see Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake, she looked around the audience as we were waiting for the first act to start and said, "I don't think I've ever seen so many men at the theatre before. (pause) They're not available, are they?" I don't think I've ever seen such a concentration of gay men outside various bars in the Castro.

This weekend we had lunch at Pizza Antica after our walk, and talked a bit about a Persian guy I met. She remembered that someone in the office had said they were only attracted to fair-haired people, so she said, "I was thinking you weren't attracted to darker men, but I guess that doesn't really make sense, does it?" I howled. The waiter stopped by and said, "You ladies are clearly having too much fun." Susan has of course met Michael, my African-American son, several times.

I can't wait to hear what she comes up with next.

Certifiable

I took a quiz online and got this .jpg as a prize!
Ah, The Gilmore Girls - my life in a parallel universe, with better costuming and dialogue. Rory turned 21 just a couple of months before Michael, graduated from high school when Michael should have, and let's face it, Albany is Stars Hollow. Now if I could just find Luke...