I started working out again on Monday. It feels good exercising, but I wonder how long I can keep up the routine. Last time it was about two months, and I lost twelve pounds. Since then, I have gained it all back and more, but this time, I really want to lose at least thirty pounds. I actually prefer losing sixty pounds, which would put me where I need to be, but setting my goal at a lower count is more practical right now. Tomorrow, I think I will try to burn more calories than I burned today. So far this week, I have burned seven hundred and sixty calories. I think that is a good start!
Zumba crowd (Photo credit: Cimm)
Apparently it is 105 degrees outside and I have a flat. Thank God I have one of those electric things (Like my technical term?) that air up a flat tire. My tire captured a nail, so that means I will have to take it to the shop. At least, it wasn’t all the way flat.
Combining the heat and the severely bright sun is a recipe for misery. Yup, and misery has definitely found me. I hate migraines; they really are pain. (No pun intended.) I have one that is tight and radiating my skull. Well, some meds, a good nap, and peace and quiet should help. I am just thankful I made it home without burning alive outside. Everything in my car was burning hot when I got into it–even the air burned me. Next time, I will park under a tree!
Sweet and sour chicken, Mongolian Beef, Chicken Lomein and all the trimmings. Such a great dine-in with you, my darling. Chinese is our food, what we enjoy on a cold night; on a night with nothing to do–nothing to divert ourselves from such boring, frivolous hours of watching the tele or searching the web. We say nothing, we do nothing, but sit silently; savoring the many exotic flavors our mouths are presented with.
We look into each others eyes, smiling that exciting smile, enjoying our silent compliments, and knowing glances. A touch, a quick breathless giggle, a sigh of complete satisfaction as the night stretches on to the late midnight hour. Licking lips, batting eyes, a kiss or two, a snuggle, and a hug. Chinese food with you, babe, is more enjoyable than a night out on the town. No matter what the years ahead bring us, we will always have Chinese food.
I love you always, my darling.
Sisters are close, twins are closer.They are two different people, bound and interwoven like two ripples in a pond; mixing into one. They are alike and opposite like night and day, the sun and the moon, the planets and stars. One can live with out the other, though their lives are frivolous without each other.
They are unique and special, they are one whole and two halves–sister and friend. Twins vary; each set differing from another. They define each other from the day they meet: laughing, crying, sharing secrets, and wishing for the stars, and everything out of reach.
They are one and two. They are each other, and they are none like the other. Their love and respect grows deeper; their minds a similar likeness; their bond bound in an endless circle.
Sisters are close, but twins are closer. They are bound and interwoven, they are alike and opposites. They can live without the other, but they cannot live without each other.
This one’s for you, Sonja. My twin and my friend. I love you.