Deep thoughts of the day.

As hard as it has been for my body to adjust from Los Angeles to Seattle in the cold months, I must say when the weather warms up, the Californian in me comes out rather quickly. As I sit outside and eat a cookie, the sun reminds me that sooner or later I will have to be putting a bathing suit back on.

I'm not sixteen anymore. What I eat makes a difference.
Today I was thinking about a conversation I overheard last summer. I was sitting on the beach at the Seattle Tennis Club near a woman and her friend.

Ok, I was totally eaves dropping.
I had seen the woman before. She's in her mid forties, totally gorgeous, has 3 beautiful older children and and infant. I'm sure her husband is a Microsoft exec or successful lawyer or something. Oh, and did I mention that she is very petite and has probably .5% body fat? The bee-yotch made me feel like a hippo tromping around on the sand.

I'm sure she's very nice. I don't know her at all.

My ears perked up when she started talking about how she stays fit.

"I only have to work out sixteen hours a day..."
She didn't say that, but she did say, "I eat pretty healthy, I don't starve myself or anything...but I haven't had a cookie or ice cream in about ten years."

Hold the phone...excuse me, ma'am, I was rudely listening in on your conversation about how you manage to stay perfect. Did you say what I think you just said? Mmhmm, that's what I thought.


No thanks. I think I'd prefer to keep my less than perfect, sugar filled life, if you please.

Thanks for listening.

Love,

Annika