It is a proven fact that I am “seasonally skinny”. I am sure that when the relentless Portland rains starts drizzling down, I will slowly pack on the 5 pounds I gain almost every winter. I try and try and try to find inspiration for some indoor high-intensity exercise, but I constantly fight my cravings for hearty, warm foods and without a doubt give in to baking. I blame my mom. Snow storms meant fresh baked chocolate chip cookies and other sweet smells sneaking out from the crack in the oven door. Florida did not provide snow but somehow a substitution took place: in my brain “snow” soon melted to the general category of “any bad weather”.
BUT have no fear…soon after I reach that 5 pounds, the spring time flowers resurface and so does my love of the outdoors (which, for the record, I also accredit to my mom). I get active, I get moving and I eat a lot of berries instead of cookies, cake and brownies...with the occasional exceptions, of course.
So now it is summer and I apparently look a little more slim and trim. I do not care. I do not weigh myself so I do not actually know if I have lost weight. Yet this question persists. Why?
But alas, I have found a trend! The people who feel it is necessary to comment about my physical appearance are themselves insecure. And that’s the problem. They do care.
My friends know better. They ask valid and important questions...
"How was your race?" 
"How are the berries this year?"
"How are you?"
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