Seems funny that our feet grow along with our ears!

It’s too bad emotional maturity isn’t as easily recognizable as weight. I’ve definitely gained both in the last decade, but would rather the world see the former and not so much the latter.

Candice, you looked mahvelous on the Emmy Show (I don’t know for sure the plural of Emmys), and your cohorts here at wOw have been remiss in not commenting on that. And, you had the particularly articulate smart… intro which was divine. My sense of you is that you have a wicked sense of humor, which can never be out of shape, and that your prime pursuits are comfort, culture and Chloe. The foot thing is quite fascinating…a woman on another post on this thread mentioned that her shoe size had increased, “probably as the result of three children, ” so you may want to shake out those striders to see if you have a Keebler elf problem. Peace and grace

Well, Candace, most people’s feet keep growing after they’ve turned ten! A few years ago, I let go of thirty pounds with apples, yogurt and Post Grapenuts…and a lot of positive thinking. But then, a couple years later at Taco Bell, I gained about fifteen 15 back. I never worried about my weight until I turned 50. There were probably times when I should have, cause my weight did go up and down, but I didn’t care. But I think it’s important not to think about LOSING anything, I just have to program my mind and body to feel safe about “LETTING GO” of unnecessary flesh. Stillness was as much a part of the process as anything I did or didn’t put in my mouth. But I’m convinced, if I’m ever gonna look and feel good about myself, exercise is gonna have to start.

Candy, swimming is great, if you don’t mind, and my subconscious doesn’t rebel against it nearly as much as it does getting on the elliptical, or other grueling forms of exercise, such as weight lifting. The mind-body likes the refreshing, easy pace, and your body weight is 1/10th of what it is while standing, making it easier to do it for long periods. I’ve always found martial arts to be enjoyable, and great exercise, and not anything like what people expect from watching movies and all. Just about anyone can do it. I’ve seen 85-year-olds doing it.

When I turned 40 last year, I realized that if I didn’t lose each pound as it crept up, I was a goner. I was a theatre dancer for years, and now that I don’t dance on as regular a basis anymore it is a lot harder to keep weight off. However, I found a FABULOUS book called “French Women Don’t Get Fat.” It goes very deep into the psyche of WHY we gain weight in America from a very kind French woman (fmr. ceo of Veuve Clicquot, Mireille Giuliano) who writes with love and humor of her experience in coming to America as a young exchange student from France, and gaining 30 lbs. from adopting our ways of eating. What I learned from this book - and I’ve re-read it often - is a healthier and more well-rounded way of eating. I haven’t had to watch my weight since…but check back with me in 20 yrs!

Miss Bergen: On last evening’s episode of Boston Legal, during the opening scenes you were wearing a dragonfly pin. It was magnificent. Since I collect them, I would love to know where I might purchase it. Thank you and Injoy,

Gravity is a bitch! Nothing is as perky as it started out. Alas - I don’t care as much as I use to so it balances out.

Well Candice, I am the same age as you and we share the same symptoms. I say that null and voids freakishness and suggests a normal process occuring. I also rather enjoy having a larger platform to support the few extra pounds. Makes me feel just that much more secure. :))

Candice - In my late twenties, the half size that my feet grew after two pregnancies didn’t surprise me too much. At fifty, I acknoweldged that I needed readers in order to use a phone book. Not unexpected. At menopause, I grew 3/4” in height. Now, that was a surprise. Not a welcome one, either, since my dating pool is filled with men who are rapidly shrinking! At sixty, I found myself preferring stronger readers. The size of the print in the phone books must be smaller yet. But the toes are another thing entirely. Nobody told me about old toes. They’re beginning to resemble a small bag of Curly Fries. My big toes are listing toward their neighbors, like they need emotional support. No bunion problems, but they have moved from twelve to one o’clock for sure. The next toes are doing their best to be good friends. They have turned their nails toward the Big Buddy like they are offering words of assurance. The middle toes seem to be standing tall, relatively independent. But the little critters that are second to the end want to curl themselves around and under their strong, middle counterparts. And the little toes? Well, I’ve smashed them into furniture so many times that they’re just curling under, on their own. They look like small snails. And I won’t even go into which direction the nails are going. Talk about Freakie!! But a good pedicure still makes my tootsies presentable, and the feet are working fine, with the occasional usage of orthodics. I just have Gramma Feet… with an order of Curly Fries. Now … about my neck!?!