Whatever

Last night I dreamed that I had been eying off this beautiful long blue cardigan with a faux fur collar in the window of an op shop for ages. One day I decided to go in and try it on. The shop was unattended. When I put the cardigan on I found that it wasn't what I thought it was at all. It was actually a blue midriff length 80's military-style jacket with big shoulder pads and brass buttons. I felt too old to wear it. Through the window I saw the shop attendant returning and I quickly took the jacket off.

When the shop attendant got inside I was relieved to find that it was Lady Gaga. She said "Hey you! Happy Birthday!"

"Hi!" I answered. "Happy Birthday to you, too!"

And that was it.

It is still not my birthday, by the way. Not by a long shot. What's the go? Maybe something WONDERFUL is about to happen.

Anyhoo, last night I typed the following question into Google: "Why am I getting fatter when I'm exercising more?" Can I make a suggestion? Don't do that! Because there are reasons - and lots of them - about hormones, being female, being over thirty, cardio versus weight training, slow versus fast exercise, and blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.

I have this to say: I resent it. I do. And furthermore: I'm not buying into it! Nope. I don't accept it. Ah ha - a big WHATEVER to all that. So there. I am NOT succumbing to premenopausal fat-bellied anything.

Nah.