philosopher

Hey, I haven’t written for ages. Big news, I’m no more on a diet: Irealised that I didn’t put my mind into it, really. I haven’t put on weight during holidays, which is good, and I’m well, let’s say better than before. I had tons of things to do, first  moving furinitures from my mother’s flat, because i rented three rooms, to a girl i know . While i was packing my mother’s and grandmother’s glasses and tableware i realised that a lot of thing are made to survive our lives, like my grand -grandmother chest (in which i found my father’s mountain’s pants…).

Most, it’s a month I’ve been snowshoeing and i’m craving…maybe on Saturnday.

Ok, I have forgot my scale. Now that I have my cat on holyday here (she usually is at my husband’s place), her night bed (let’call like that) has relagated my scale in a corner difficult to reach in the bathroom. More,  since her “bed” is a cushion on top of my high step, bye bye leg presses when I do Firm videos (it is so cold outside that going running or walking is a no no, half the town has got flu) - I hate leg presses anyway, so I probably need them most.

Anyway I don’t want to see how much fat I have put on during these holidays ( and my husband says we haven’t eaten that much…)