I miss my fat dancer body. In happier days gone by when I was still living in Chicago, I used to walk to work every day. AND 1 day a week I would take a dance class. I had killer calves could stand for hours was very flexible and I’m pretty sure I weighed the same that I do now. What happened between then and now that I have uber weak ankles and I can’t stand longer than three hours without keeling over. I want my thick dancer legs back!
I still refuse to eat kale. It was a really BUSY day at the park today. I started at 10 and by the time 2:30 rolled around and I took my break I was so exhausted that the thought of having to chew kale made me tired. I ate half of my salad and had to toss the rest. I really HATE kale