I got Dad’s skin ... I’ve had some whopper sunburns. I’m very careful now. When I worked at Cub Scouts day camp two summers ago, I wore long pants, a long-sleeve shirt under my short-sleeve Official Camp Shirt, suncreen, and a big straw hat.
And I didn’t die from the heat, either, suggesting that the “need” for shorts and tank tops in summer is largely social.
Speaking of clothes and shamelessly bragging, I’ll be going to church in about half an hour in a full set of garments Elen wore when she was 12. (Back when she wasn’t a lot taller than I am ;-).
Go ahead...shamelessly brag about your weight loss! You’ve earned it!
There was a time when I wore a size 7...yah. I did. But since then, I’m most comfortable in a 12, though I have been known to get into a 10.
Since my dislocated shoulder I’ve put on weight because of the ibuprofin I’ve had to eat, but I’m working on getting that to drop off. A few more walks to Walmart may stimulate the old metabolism to do what it’s supposed to.
In the meantime, I’m envious!
The rare times I’ve gone to the track with busdaddy to be his pit crew in recent years, I have always had a long sleeved shirt and slacks for the hottest part of the day. And always, out here, I wear a hat in the summer.
Yay for you!