Fickle Food

Wow! It’s already February 15! We’ve already gotten through most of the winter! It’s hard to imagine, looking out on the bleak, barren world that in just another month, the first spring flowers will begin popping up, shorty-shorts and tanned young legs will begin to appear and I will begin to stick out like a sore thumb–as I’ll no longer blend in with the colorless, snow-covered landscape.
Every year about this time, I get the mad impulse to hit the tanning bed and the exercise trail, maybe even try some diet pills, in hopes of losing enough weight to don a tank top and a cute little pair of shorts, maybe even a bathing suit. I’ll probably make the same vow this year with the same results…in July, I’ll still be fifteen pounds overweight and jean clad because my legs are the color of a dead fish’s belly. I should probably move to Alaska.