It Is What It Is

I’ll soon be heading down south for a tropical vacation, so I recently bought a new swimsuit for this little jaunt and I actually felt quite pleased with myself when it slid up and in place with little difficulty.  Then I looked in the mirror.  Sweet Mother of Jesus!  That’s not the most attractive looking thing I’ve ever seen, was the thought that came to mind.

In my glory days, I really rocked a bikini.  No doubt this image will probably make my sons gag and could even cause them a few sleepless nights.  Hey, I think they should take some of the blame for the reconfiguration of my body parts, especially since I’m barely five feet tall yet I still managed to bring those long-legged creatures into the world.  They should be thankful that they inherited their father’s genes instead of mine.

I’ve never been fanatical about anything.  Everything in moderation is my creed.  So, I try to eat healthy (that includes an occasional piece of dark chocolate which is good for the heart, you know), I work out several times a week, and I pound the pavement daily with my faithful little sidekick, Mica.  Despite these habitual exertions, the dog and I are beginning to resemble each other more and more – we’re both slightly plump and a little low to the ground, but with fairly pleasing personalities.

So what if I’m not the hottest thing on the beach!  I try to console myself with the notion that I probably won’t be the worst either.  Somewhere in the middle is the best I can hope for nowadays.  To coin a phrase from Son # 2, “It is what it is!”