I don't mind at all! It was that, in my 50s and now in the latter half of my life, I looked back and thought about all the years of restriction and then ahead at what I wanted my life to look like. Obsession with my weight -- whether trying to stay at a lower weight or trying to lose weight--was no part of that vision. Life's too short to eat food you hate or to live in search of a "goal weight" or bikini body. What really matters? That I enjoyed the time spent with friends and family, which, yes, includes eating together. Certainly a better purpose than "fitting into my size 2 jeans." That I looked outward and made the world better instead of inward, obsessing about food and losing weight. I also looked at my friends in their 70s and older, and the ones still jumping from weight loss bandwagon to bandwagon as they have for decades are miserable. The ones who focused on others are not.

I want my friends and family to miss me when I'm gone because I made their world better, not feel relieved that one more ridiculous narcissist is gone.

In short, I considered what really mattered. Trying to lose weight does not. We're only here for a brief moment in time. Why not make it matter?

And, no, I haven't gained weight since I made that decision. A few things have shifted around in my post-menopausal body, but I'm still wearing the same size pants.