alterations

My uvula has been itching for a few days now, which is probably not good (as well as being very annoying). I hope this is not a sign of an impending cold, or if it is, that it comes and goes before Ted gets back, and before I have to travel.

The other day I wore my tall black boots for the first time this winter. I wore them over tights and they were a perfect fit to my calves. This is good and bad; it certainly looks better that way thanwhen they were a bit loose, but it means there’s no way at all I can wear them over trouser or jean legs. It also may mean my tall brown boots will be too tight. I’m not at all sure why my calves would be any bigger; I’m actually toward the lower end of the weight range I’ve been in while in Taiwan. I definitely lost some weight while running around the regatta (and rowing, and not getting to eat much) last month, but it’s probably creeping back, though the bras I bought in the US in August are still a little big, though I’d swear they fit at the time.

I have concluded that it’s all a myth that you grow up and then stop changing, except in the few specific ways that everyone knows about (getting fatter, building muscle, aging). As far as I can tell, my body is continuously changing – not as drastically as when I was 6, and not always in one direction, and not all of it at once, but changing. It’s definitely not a static system. That’s not necessarily a bad thing at all, but it is a little weird to realize, nearly 43 years into this life.

(Could be a lot worse. Ted says he went to college with a woman whose breasts changed size so drastically each month that it was noticeable to random male classmates. That has to have been annoying!)