Old man winter is kind enough to give me a reprieve. A week or so
ago, it reached 68 degrees and a wave of sheer panic almost knocked
me off my fat little winter feet! I adore winter. I relish snuggling up in
cozy woolly clothes and baking all the delectable comfort food
associated with the season. I'm in my element in the winter; my
energy level is high and am more motivated than in warmer months.
But the thought of squeezing this little white hunk of blub into my
spring clothes (heavens to murgatroyd) leaves me horrified. Usually,
by spring, I've worked off last year's summer slug and can brace the
clothing shift with relative ease. Not this time. And it's not because
I'm eating more. No, dagnabit, I must honestly blame it, pure and
simply, on the fact that I am blogging.
So, does this mean that blogging makes you fat? No, it can't possibly
be. I'm not going to let it! The snow has melted now, and I have no
excuse to avoid walking, except that it was just 16 windy degrees
this morning. You know, the last few chocolate chip cookies, in the
freezer from the holidays, really should be eaten before they get
stale. Want some? Good. I'll put the kettle on. After all, tomorrow is
another day. Don't you love the fact that Scarlett preferred to do all
her proper eating at the barbecue?
artwork above: The Bath, Fernando Botero
For more great Botero art click on this video
and turn your sound way up!
