I also read of a "twin" study that was done in which the twin who was five pounds heavier was judged to be younger than her slimmer twin. Weight, it appears, is not all bad.
I really need to lose some weight, though. I should drop twenty, maybe even thirty pounds. That's asking a lot of anybody's skin. My jeans are too tight again and I refuse to buy a larger size. I also know that hauling my sorry fat behind up my stairs is not good for me. I do need exercise, but that's not the kind that my heart doctor would prescribe, I'm sure.
Maybe if I can lose the weight, Carl will reward me with a complete body lift which will solve all my worries, but then I'd worry that he'd gone completely insane. There's always something.