Laziness is somewhat acceptable, I suppose, when it comes to blogging but when it comes to the size of one's thighs and the flab that has comfortably settled around one's midsection...not so much. I need to lose a good 20 pounds. This is going to sound like a really lame excuse, but when you're hypothyroid and perimenopausal like me, losing 20 pounds is akin to climbing Everest. My slow metabolism is like a loaded coal train being dragged by a couple of old mules. Okay, enough with the metaphors, you get my point.
Of course, it doesn't help that I'm a carb-junkie, and most of the time a piece of bread seems better than sex.
So I have to get tough with myself and ramp up the exercise and stop eating so much delicious starch. Blehh.
Well, Spring has truly sprung here in Virginia. The dogwoods are blooming now. There is something bittersweet about the graceful branches of the dogwood tree. They remind me that Spring has the most fleeting and precious beauty of all of the seasons. There is nothing so lovely, or sad, as impermanence and memory.
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Our dogwoods haven't quite bloomed yet, but the lilacs are beautiful--and I didn't even think they were going to bloom this year! Last summer's drought did a number on them, but they are recovering.
Good luck with the fitness business. Whenever I feel like giving up on exercise, etc., I just remind myself that I'm in training to be a really ferocious old woman one of these days.
I love the dogwoods! They remind me of lacy petticoats.
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