when I'm sixty-four?
That's what Mr. Shrinking Knitter heard blasting from the iPod speakers yesterday when he woke up. Yep, he turned 64 – how did I end up married to such an old guy? And don't worry, we're an equal-opportunity couple when it comes to insults. He wonders how he ended up marrying a grandmother. Heh.
There's even a line in the song about knitting: "You can knit a sweater by the fireside."
If you don't like to look at food porn, don't read the next paragraph.
We invited his mother for dinner, which consisted of Outback's axed-from-the-menu Walkabout Soup; my pasta/chicken sausage/vegetable/pesto concoction; tossed greens with thinly sliced apples, walnuts, bleu cheese, olive oil and red wine vinegar; sun-dried tomato/basil/quinoa/sunflower seed bread, and brownies with peanut-butter ice cream and hot-fudge sauce.
Hey! I warned you!
I found out after all these years that his mother is allergic to sun-dried tomatoes. I expect she's allergic to the sulfites used to preserve them. Oh, well. More bread for us!
So yesterday was pretty busy, what with all the mixing and kneading and chopping and preparing and stirring, not to mention the dust-mopping, bathroom-scrubbing and furniture-polishing. But I still managed an easy three-miler. Except it wasn't easy! How can I get through eight miles one day with relatively little trouble [except I was slower than I wanted to be], and then barely manage to eke out three purposely slow miles?
Some days you got it, some days you don't.
I hope you get it today, whatever it is you're working for. Me? It's a rest day, so I'll be watching football and knitting.
Thanks, as always, for your comments yesterday. I want to clear up one thing: I don't think I've ever starved myself. Maybe in high school [when I weighed what I'd love to weigh now, but thought I was as fat as a house]. I think my metabolism is just … broken. It really doesn't respond to anything. More exercise equals sore muscles, less food equals the same number on the scale, but my weight hasn't fluctuated more than five pounds since last winter. Which, when I tally up all the miles I've run since then, is kind of depressing.
Kind of! Who am I kidding!