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
Hear Hear! Or is it Here Here! Whatever you know what I mean!
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