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sweaterIt’s official.  I’ve become a “sweater”.  No, I don’t mean the knitted item that one wears.  Unfortunately, I mean the drippy, perspiring type of sweater.

Not so long ago, I would sit through my entire lunch hour and read.  Or I would be tempted to sit at my desk and work through the lunch break.  If I went outside at all (and I usually did not), I would retreat to a bench somewhere in the shade to read.

walkingI was out at lunchtime today. It was 65 degrees when I hit the street.  By the time I returned, it was up to 72.  I passed lots and lots of people sitting on benches reading or talking.  There were a lot of folks out there just sitting around.  I breezed by them all.

For some reason as I wrote this, I remembered years back when a co-worker gave another co-worker a funny but mean birthday card.  It said something like, “All your life you always dreamed of owning an overstuffed recliner” and it had a picture on the front of a beautiful recliner chair.  You opened it up and inside it said “And, now you’ve become one”, and I believe there was a cartoon inside of a fat person reclining in that beautiful chair.


The desire to be thin has made me move.  I don’t run (not yet anyway), but I think about it a lot.  I don’t know if my bad knee would allow it.  I do keep moving at a steady pace, though.74441-Royalty-Free-RF-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Pleasantly-Plump-Woman-Sweating-And-Jogging

And, I sweat.

I think it’s time to pack the workout clothes.