by Teresa Weimer

Created on: August 20, 2009   Last Updated: August 23, 2009

As I attempt to squeeze myself into yet another pair of jeans I refuse to let win based on the notion that the size on the tag is all that matters, I'm resolute in my dread of yet another bathing suit season which I am forced to boycott since gravity can be unkind after 40. I have to ask what the heck happened to my ability to eat French fries regularly and remain the same size? Gone I guess, but certainly not forgotten.

About fifteen years ago I met Donna an absolutely stunning brunette. She is by far the most attractive individual I've ever actually met in person. We met on the job when we were both in our mid twenties, highly athletic and in excellent physical condition. I actually considered myself to be in better shape than Donna at that time since I had given birth twice and Donna was childless. My body had been through the major birthing process not only once but twice and bounced back nicely although not effortlessly. The bouncing back part didn't happen on its own and can be mostly attributed to a lot of time spent on the volleyball court. Since many women lose their curvy hour glass shape and girlish figures due to pregnancy, I was impressed with myself and enjoyed the compliments that came my way stating that I didn't look like a woman that had children, whatever that is supposed to mean.

Less like me however, Donna was gorgeous and petite. She looked like she was made to be in calendars or placed on the 50 yard line fronting a Dallas Cowboy backdrop toting pom-poms and shouting exaggerated cheers with precision choreography. Just imagine for a moment a flawless olive complexion, bright optimistic blue eyes, an engaging smile with pearl white, arrow straight teeth, long beautiful locks in a burnt umber color as shiny and reflective as the airbrushed images you see in the Pantene commercials. Now add to her exterior perfection a personality so sweet and honest it's typically only associated with the humble insecurity and sensitivity of a big girl. No one as nice, charming and intelligent as Donna deserved to be that pretty too. I was forever trying to find her flaws on the proverbial scales of balance since no one can have it all.

Fast forward now fifteen years or so to yard signs that shout Welcome to Mid Life. Boy how things have changed or should I say some things have changed. I spent my entire childhood dedicated to sports and athletics from soccer to gymnastics followed by minimum of ten years exercising to stay fit from high school past

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