Many of us could write our autobiographies based on how much we weighed at certain times of our lives as opposed to how old we were or what we were doing. My biggest beef is whether we are 155 or 250 or back down to 155, we tend to assign values of better person or worse person based on our weight at a given time. The one dimensional criteria (weight) for feeling good about ourselves and judging others is so limited. And unlike other personal characteristics that we as people are comprised of, weight, is generalized to our whole selves. It’s like saying that my entire self is better when my hair is red than when my hair is blond. It is one aspect of my total self. On my good days I embrace myself as a whole person, not a person broken up into components: weight, height, age, humor, intelligence, artistic ability…like those butcher maps…loins, haunches, steaks…o.k., no “cow” jokes here please, you get my point. We are more than the sum of our parts and NOT definable by any single part.