The weight battle and I have not been on speaking terms lately. Too much eating, too little moving, soooo many resolutions to do better that have fallen by the wayside, scattering debris in their path. But I'm back in the determined mode (when things are pitiful, you can get depressed or get determined, right?).
What brought on this new bout of determination you ask? A little breakfast conversation with Girlie-whirl.
"Momma, I'm gonna have girl milk every day now instead of boy milk" (pink lids versus blue lids).
"You are? How come?"
"'Cuz girl milk doesn't have any fat in it."
"Oh, sweetie, you don't need to worry about fat in your milk."
"Because you're skinny minney."
"Does that mean you're large as a barge?"