I don't know when it happened. It's been five months in the making, creeping, crawling, sneaking in.....and then walah!, I go to zip my jeans, (line dried, can't blame it on the heat!) and....ummm....for the first time in 36 years they don't fit! I'm suddenly there, courtesy of mid~life crises, a broken foot, and an obsessive compulsion to collect beer bottle caps. The pudge. The pinch an inch. This will never do! I live in Florida. We run around half naked, even when we're seventy. Flesh is a given. It's hot down here!
I moan. I don't cook. I don't clean. And I darn sure don't want to diet or exercise. Fridays are for dancing and other than that....I wanna dream. I spin in the mirror. Yup, got a fanny goin' on now, too! And pencil legs to hold it up! I cringe.
I lay on the floor and try to remember the 1-2-3's from my Cher Fitness Video.....Uggggghhh! I go to the fridge, take a cold one out and stare at it. I wonder how many calories are in this puppy. How many are in three? I pop the cap.
And decide I absolutely have to do something. I can't afford to buy new clothes. And then I remember.....yup! That's it.
I'm gonna get a new boyfriend. I need to dance in the kitchen again.
Wish me luck, friends,
peace and love......
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