Oh, look at the time!

I have not given the week ahead even the most frivolous overview, on account of my Mother-In-law and her visit. It is my custom, upon a Sunday evening, to diagram the week ahead, and post an artistic rendering upon the 'fridge. That way I know exactly what is expected of me and my schedule day-by-day. That way the children have an answer to the incessant "what are we doing tomorrow?"
Not so much this week.
Is it Sunday? Monday?
No idea.

The meeting this weekend with my husband's-late-wife's-mother went great. I like her rather a lot. She brought along her sister-who-is-not-really-biologically-related. They like wine, which adds considerably to general conviviality and conversation. Not to mention the raucous singing that we did while Tim was cooking dinner. We pulled out, first an old hymnal, then an interesting piano book full of various tunes. "Little Brown Jug," "My Country Tis of Thee," "Just like the girl that married dear old dad." Oh, we sang! They are my kind of people.

I faintly recall something about a half marathon. Am I supposed to be running now- and-again? I logged 2 miles on Saturday, so I have that going for me.
The thought of springing from my bed to energetically propel my aging flesh down the street, is enough to make me sob.
I think I hate exercise.

I recently heard from a gal I used to know who recently discovered my blog. (Hi Tracy! Welcome!) After reading for the first time, she helpfully offered me several pieces of advice on weight loss. It occurred to me that I must sound like rather a large woman in despair of losing weight. At first consideration, I found this somewhat shocking, but then I began to chuckle.
I do expend rather too much energy on the subject of dress size. I'm not sure why I do this. Perhaps it's that I find the topic such rich fodder for humor.
I'm not a very big person. I do tend to fluctuate in a typically female fashion. Currently I wear a very comfortable size 6, but I prefer those items of clothing that boast a "4." I'm quite vain in this way.
There are days...years even, when I am 8, or 10. My self esteem does suffer during those periods of time. It's just that I am not tall enough to carry double-digits. It isn't pretty on me.
Actually, I love to workout. It's just the running that I find tedious. It's very efficient, but I find it boring. I am in the market for an MP3 player, as I believe I've mentioned. I think that will help.

I also love food. This is why the running is such a helpful addition to my daily routine. It encourages my waistline not to store much excess. Otherwise the 4's aren't even an option in the vanity sizes.