I took this picture on Friday morning. My intent was that it would be a post for 10:10, but then I forgot to bring my camera to Lulu Carpenter's where I was meeting GraceD for coffee and chatting and planning of her fabulous Woolf Camp. (You're all invited, by the way. Don't you want to come? Come!).
When I look at this picture now, all I can say is that it is a VERY GOOD THING that I have just joined the gym today. It is quite obvious that I have enjoyed the holidays and my birthday just a tad more than I should have.
Chocolate cake for everyone, indeed!
No more chocolate cake for me. I usually really do try to avoid sugar. And chocolate. Both are terrible triggers for my seizures. I'm lucky I haven't been seizing all over the planet these past few months because I can honestly say that very few days have passed that some form of sugar laden something has not been consumed by moi.
Look at those hips and thighs. They're showing off all that yummy sugary goodness just for you, dear Internet.
Gah.
But I joined the gym. Today! As noted here, I turned 42 last week. This little body of mine is NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER. If I truly intend to live to be 136 (and I do, as insane as that lofty goal may sound), I better get my ASS IN GEAR, as they say, and really start getting this body of mine in condition to actually last for another 94 years.
So, no more chocolate cake. Please. I think I've had enough to last me for quite a while.
