Today's holiday on my calendar is Kool-Aid Day. I can see the happy, dancing Kool-Aid pitcher in my mind's eye!
Thinking about it on the day I finally weighed myself and discovered that I'm a victim of "Covid 15" I'm 15 pounds above my goal weight. (Surgery has added to the problem I'm sure)
I knew my middle was getting fluffier but I'd rather it not be confirmed by a scale - which is one of those fancy ones that remembers who you are. It wasn't sure who I was! Isn't that sad?
That plunks me back into the "over weight" category of the BMI. A place I haven't been in a long time.
I need to think about how to approach this. I don't want to get all diety with measuring and using words like "good and bad".
Back to my poem....
A chubby little girl
On a hot summer day,
Longs for icy cold Kool-Aid
In a normal kid’s way.
Instead she gets some water
Which is not a special treat!
So as chubby kids do,
She sneaks something good to eat!
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