Just remembered another little benefit of not being quite so ginormous...On the train to Canterbury t'other day, I noticed that I can now lower the wee tray for meals, etc. that's attached to the seat in front. (This was always a cause of minor mortification in the past.) NB, as usual, I feel conflicted about mentioning stuff like this. I am NOT advocating that everyone should constantly strive to be slim to the point of scrawniness. My obesity did not bother me much, apart from the odd street abuse incident, in my younger years. It's just since the arthritis set in in my 40's that I began to feel more and more hindered by it,, and of course, the harder it was to move, the bigger I got. For me, it's been a positive, if sometimes very unpleasant, experience, eliminating some of my weight. I still believe, though, that it is possible to be reasonably fat and fit, at least in early life. I'm just commenting on my own personal (groan) "journey".