Yesterday I took a real Blogger’s Sick Day. Judge me if you like, but one can only do so many things when one has a migraine. Determination will only take you so far. I was going to say “discipline,” but we all know I am notoriously undisciplined, while nobody refutes that I have a marvelously thick skull. Maybe that’s my problem with all the headaches.
Just to throw this in there: I AM doing something about the headaches. I shall not elaborate on what, because, you know, HIPAA and all that.
Last night I felt incapable of even Lame Post Friday. How unlike me. It was the last day of work before what I will call Christmas shut-down. I rather thought more people would be feeling more giddy, myself included. I knew I should have brought cookies. There is nothing like home-baked cookies to spread the Christmas spirit, as well as to add to the hip-spread of people who really need no help in that direction, myself included.
Yes, I have been sadly aware that this is a HUGE time of year for getting, well, huge. I knew it was coming; the calendar is remarkably predictable each year, and I have been around quite a number of years. So did I prepare by dropping a few pounds ahead of time (yes, I KNOW yo-yo dieting is a terrible thing; I’m only talking about five pounds, is that such a problem?)? Of course not! I’m still trying to drop the few pounds I put on last Christmas!
So this is my Friday Lame Post: a late lament about my weight. I believe that is sufficiently lame, yet universal enough that I hope some people are at least mildly entertained. For those of you who are not so plagued by those pounds (either by not putting them on or not caring if you do), you may bask in the glow of superiority. We’ll call that just another service I provide.
Mohawk Valley Girl 