I am 3 1/2 months away from turning 40. And I’m fine with that. I feel wiser with every year that passes.
What I am not fine with, is my metabolism. Apparently mine decided 39.5 years was enough and it went on permanent vacation. When I locate it, it’s going to get a
beating stern talking to.
I never worried about my weight other than occasionally deciding to lose 5 or so pounds. In fact, after my adrenal surgery back in my 20s, I was nothing more than a skeleton with skin and actually worked hard to gain weight.
Memory is a funny thing, isn’t it? Back in my 20’s seems like just a few years ago. Not 15 years ago.
Anyway, back to my fat fingers. My fingers are now a full ring size bigger than they were 12 years ago. How do I know this? Because I just paid through the nose to have my platinum wedding rings resized so that I can wear them.
The jeweler told me that he would not charge me to resize them back down, you know, if I ever needed that.