Over the weekend I was poking through the knee-hole drawer of my desk and turned up my Selective Service Draft registration card. The date on the very worn card (required to carry for life(?) I guess) was August 5, 1954, the day I turned 18. No picture, but my physical description included hair (sigh!) color (then "dark brown"), eye color, etc. One item caught my attention - weight.

In that box there was a 3-digit number: 168 lb. Not too bad for a non-athlete (maybe even an un-athlete). I had entered my weight into the ipod as 178 lb several months ago, and about 4 weeks ago discovered that I was down to 170 lb. As of last night Sunday, October 12, my bathroom scale read 168 lb! I could hardly believe that after 54 years I was still essentially un-moved by the pleasures of ice cream, corn on the cob, roast beef, mother's pies and cookies . . . . . I do know that my waist size has not changed for at least 30 years - the clothes I can still wear are proof.

Now I am on the horns of a dilemma - do I go for the weight loss or leave well enough alone? I'm not wildly enthused about re-sizing or replacing two closets full of clothes! Decisions, decisions, decisions!!