A Change of Status
Duff here. Some Canines have a bottomless Pit for a Tummy. They love to Eat. I heard of a Pooch who could clear off the Kitchen Counter. She was Big enough and had those Long Legs, so Anything was fair game. I, Myself, would make the Attempt. But I’m too doggone Short. Height Impaired is what it is. Not living unstuck.
Aunt Hortense had the Appetite of a Defensive Lineman in football. Sturdy and stout. That was Her. She would often check Herself in the Mirror. Depending on the Day? She would say She was Fleshy. Or Fluffy. Once, She thought She had eaten Herself out of Her Official Status as a Miniature Breed. Oh my! She went on a Lettuce leaf Diet and resorted to long Walks. That Hortense. Living unstuck.
How about You? Do You stay at the same weight Year after Year? (Some do.) Or are you more like a Rollercoaster? (Up and down.) I say: Whichever One You are, Love Yourself wherever You are. It doesn't help to do Anything else. After all, We’re in this together. Always living unstuck. #unstuck-liivng#
Yesterday, I wore something from 5 years ago and it fit!!
So proud of myself.
It was a scarf. But still. Let’s be positive here.