Like life isn’t complicated enough already, now we are on a diet, that’s what HE said. It’s my own fault. I left the scale in the living room and he stepped on it. It would have been smarter if I would have schlepped the heavy roll of fabric up the stairs to the bathroom, but no, I had to get the scale downstairs -to make my life easier- and by doing so I set up a chain reaction. Continue reading
His heart is weakened, he is waiting for a flight home, and I read his blog because I love his writing style. We will never meet, perhaps don’t even read each other’s blogs for too long, yet he had the power to make me change my ways. Continue reading
Time has been flying lately. The days didn’t have enough hours, the nights were too short. Christmas arrived too early, and the New Year come by almost unnoticed. Continue reading
Of course, I needed a Fitbit. Everybody else is wearing one and I wanted to try it as well -and why not. The goal is to walk at least 10,000 steps a day, and how much easier would it be to achieve it, with a wristband that would count and log all my efforts. Continue reading
Update – After numerous tests and an assortment of x-rays, we have a verdict, so it seems. My husband has a broken rib. While it can occur with heavy coughing, it more likely happened at his workplace, when he stopped a free rolling, heavy cart with his chest, that somebody had left unattended. Continue reading
It was the month after Christmas and all through the house
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist. Continue reading
Like so many of us, I love to plan meals, and I love to cook. Spoiling my husband and friends is part of who I am. Cooking is my way out after a long workday; I leave my frustrations on the cutting board when I chop off heads of carrots and other willing victims. Continue reading
It all started out with an old soup dish that I found at a resale shop, it reminded me of the soup bowls we used when I was a child. They were so much smaller than the ones I have in my kitchen cabinet now. Come to think of it, everything was smaller back then and so were we. Continue reading
People who diet
what they lose
Why that should be
is no great mystery
and least a defeat
for the urge to diet
is weaker than the urge to eat.
For my dear friend, who needs to shut her piehole in more than one way. 🙂
Love you, oh weak one!