Well, we can start with the adjective, which is how I feel. I took my fat ass with its map of Panama (still purple and black - it'll look more like Panama when it turns green, which it surely will...) to the rec center, though, and did 20 minutes on the recumbent stationary bike, which is the only form of exercise I can handle at the moment. Imagined myself sweating out the last of the anesthetic.
Then there's the noun, a bottle of which I hoisted while cooking supper. Sam Smith's, imported from the rainy isle of Great Britain. Smooth. My reward for ditching the Lortab.
3 comments:
My dear, I have the feeling your version of a "stout" figure and mine are two different things : )
Enjoy the "stout" you drank, however, and congrats on working out in the New Year!!
20 minutes on the bike? Go girl! My grandma always said "stout", along with "portly". For me they're more male adjectives than female.
Happy New Year girl...Don't worry you'll find your way back to blogging, we all take breaks, I was out a few months myself!!!
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