About ten years ago, I was working at a client site where I had to be around three 19 year old girls all day for three days. I was 31 and it was an interesting three days. To say the least, their topics of conversation -- hair, makeup, how to get some alcohol in the evenings, and boyfriends -- were not the most stimulating. There came a point when they started discussing the weight they had gained during their first year of college.
"Oh my Gawd! I put on, like
ten pounds, since I graduated high school! I had to buy new jeans and everything!"
"I know! I never believed it when people said it's hard to lose weight when you get older, but it's
true!" [she says as she stuffs a Baby Ruth in her mouth]
This is where I decided to participate. Just like sitting around a campfire telling spooky stories, I dropped my voice to a low murmur to set the mood and wished that I had a flashlight to hold under my chins. "Do you know what is even
worse than those ten pounds that you gained?" The three of them fell silent and six eyes focused on me as they all shook their heads, pony tails swinging. I continued, "On the morning of your 30th birthday, you will find that everything on your body is one inch lower than it was the night before!"
