Last night, I watched Biggest Loser and felt skinny. This morning I tried to zip up my jeans and felt fat.
When my knees ached after running 1.5 miles this morning, I felt old. Then I came home and helped my MIL dress, and I felt young.
I practiced sign language with my daughter and felt smart because I remembered all the words, then I quizzed my son on his spelling bee words and felt dumb (I would’ve missed philately and mnemonic without the list in front of me).
Clearly my feelings can’t be trusted. They’re too subjective.