February ... Rain, hail, tonight is happening too soon, the body a little too pale, the desire to take us elsewhere, preferably a hot and sunny elsewhere. Yesterday I was even made to feel like an all-inclusive hotel (even including all the rednecks who gather) within one second. Reflection, I prefer a small isolated cabin in the sea, though. A stack of books, a couch, the sound of waves, the holy peace ...
Souvenir de Cuba, 2004 ...
In fact, honestly, I'd settle gladly for a small weekend on the road with Mr. Husband, a weekend as we like, a small tower in the southern United States, a car rental, motel, and lots of pictures of pretty things typically American. Nothing revolutionary, but it would be good. If there is anything we can do well together, Mr. Husband and me is traveling, and I think it's time that it recovers.
Meanwhile, now that all those who had resolved to get fit at the beginning of the year have already abandoned their project and deserted places, I went back to swimming and yoga. It's been a long time ... And weighing myself at the pool for the first time since the week before Christmas, I noted with surprise that I found the perfect formula for losing weight: Skip
January without making a bike or wiggle in the pool, doing all chouille weekends picols of vodka and beer = less than 4 pounds. It is perplexing to you when same. When I think of all the times I denied a lot of good things for nothing, there effortless, I melt. I'm not going to complain, however, but the vagaries of nature beyond me sometimes.
0 comments:
Post a Comment