Yeah. That’s me on the far left, alright. This is the reson why I could never, ever, EVER live in Florida, y’know? I am sooo intolerant of humidity, and it seems like so far this summer, we’ve either had rain and gray skies or sun, but with about 95% humidity to go along with it. SO not optimum! Or maybe I’m just too danged old. I dunno.

Anyway, yesterday, DH & I packed up a small cooler with little, itsy-bitsy (8 oz.) bottles of water, ham & cheese sandwiches on high-fiber wheat, etc., etc. pita bread, and a small canvas bag with some original recipe sun chips, sun bloc (more blockage for DH, less for me) and a book, as well as our *matching* (I mean, is that cute or what?) beach chairs and (not matching) straw hats and drove down the ‘Pike to Revere Beach to catch the New England Sand Sculpting Festival.  http://www.reverebeach.com/

It was lovely - sunny and hot but with a brisk ocean breeze. Just perfect. We found an ideal parking space, left our paraphernalia in the car while we headed up to the strip where the sculptors were all lined up, took our time making our way down from beginning to end, and then walked back to the car, got our beach gear and went down to the shore line - we were probably a quarter mile down beach from the actual festival activities, and it wasn’t at all all crowded - couldn’t have been better. We did a little wave jumping - enough to get nice and wet, and then came back, lathered on the lotion and started reading our book. Pulled our lunch sandwiches out at @ 1:00, enjoyed them immensely, went back to reading, and then, at @ 3:00, carried our stuff back to the car and meandered back down to the festival area to see what progress had been made. VERY neat time. We headed home at @ 3:30-ish, got home at 4:30, both had quick showers, fed los gatos, and got dressed for a dinner date with friends in Framingham. Headed out again at 5:30-ish, enjoyed ourselves immensely with two couples that we always like getting together with, and got ourselves home, exhausted and ready to do some serious sleeping at about 11:30. 

This morning I went grocery shopping - no time yesterday - and bought a lot of fresh fruits, veggies, salad-makings and such. Spent quite a bit more than I intended to, but sometimes I just get sick of keeping track, you know?

Now I’m home, sitting in my air conditioned space, and loathe to move again. I even put on one of my summer cotton nighties. I’m not planning to leave the house again today, and if anyone happens to drop by (ack!) I have some shorts and a jersey lying handily across the foot of my bed.

So here’s the nitty-gritty, though. I may have lost some weight, but not enough, really, to feel absolutely good about myself. And that’s pretty sad, y’know? I felt like a slug at the beach yesterday, and no I am not comparing myself to those firm little twenty-somethings leaping around the volleyball net, either. No, no, I am not the worst-looking body around, but I am so far from *best* that I’m probably out of range entirely - as in from here to, well … as if from here to feather’s place. And no, I don’t aspire to be *best*, either - just best for me, really, and I’m not. Not even close. I always figured that when you got “old”, you could comfortably “let it all hang out” and enjoy being the “grandmotherly” type. Well, here’s a newsflash: it doesn’t work that way! I STILL can’t tolerate the jelly-flesh that I can squinch on either side of my waist, HATE the jiggly-wiggly undersides of my upper arms that make an appearance when least expected, and HATE, HATE, REALLY HATE that I never get to where I can just breathe a sigh of relief, pop a cookie or tow in my mouth and not worry about it. It doesn’t look like that’s ever going to happen, and it really annoys me, y’know? SOME people can eat whatever they want and not have to even pay any attention to it, because they just stay naturally slim. Me? Nope. If I eat anything that I shouldn’t. you can bet on the fact that it’ll show up around my waist sooner or later.

Ugh. I’m hot, haute, hawter, and feeling fayette as all get-out. The AC is just keeping it manageable. Just.

Blah.

Gotta go lie down and try to forget where I am and how ugly it is around here.

Back more pleasant - later.

Hugs,

Z