No I'm not talking about the game... our day is yet to come with that one.
I'm talking about a photo I got in the mail yesterday. I don't usually have pictures of myself laying around, because I take most of the still shots around here. Yesterday I got some pictures in the mail from one of my sisters. One features a few of us hanging out after the Christmas day festivities. And when I say hanging out...
We were lounging after an evening of games at the dining room table. I posed by taking a seat on my husband's lap. I was with family, so I had changed into loungewear - some very festive flannel pajamas in fact. Ones covered with candycanes. Very attractive. Looking at this picture, it's hard to believe that that's the me who was once an aerobics junkie.
Is this what I've let life in the 'burbs do to me? Turn me into a beached candycane-decorated whale? I will say that we look darn happy in the picture. I like that. I bet I'd still be happy if I shed a little weight. Even happier probably!
If it weren't for chocolate, OK all foods containing sugar, I'd be much better off. I can control portions of other things. Why don't I go through bags of baby carrots the way I go through Dove chocolate morsels?
Wouldn't you know, I'm sitting here munching on a candycane as I write this...
I wonder if Oprah's chef and trainer make housecalls?
