The weather here in Atlanta has turned so cold, I want to cry. It hasn't been this cold in six years according to the weather people, but I am so happy that I don't have to contend with the snow.
Today, I made a big pot of coffee and turned on the fireplace and snuggled with a good book. That's the way I like to spend winter.
We had a very nice Christmas this year, but the whole family was not here. Tim and JP were missing. Tim always adds to our having a lot of laughs.
I am still attending my Silver Sneakers classes, but I don't feel or look any different, when does this stuff show? Come Monday, I have an appointment with Curves, let's see if they can make me curvy. I remember 50 years ago when I had some, but they seemed to have slid away.
Somehow or other, I seem to be getting a message from Marcel that he doesn't like fat people and that is bothering me, I keep thinking, am I going to these classes to please him or me. I know it is healthier to be on the thin side, but as I look at other 76 year old women, I don't seem to look too bad, of course that is my own opinion.
I know people that have been going to these classes for years and don't look any different. What's all the hype?
I know some of our relatives are living in cold country and feel bad for all of you to have to trudge through all of that white stuff, but hang in there, spring will be a season to look forward to.