Coffee Junkie

It is official people! I am a coffee freak.

Cannot survive without drinking at least a cuppa once a day. If I drink one in the morning, I will survive for the ENTIRE day, without feeling de-energized (is that a word?) or lazy or sleepy and everything else that puts the fire out of your spirit.

Today, I braved myself not to drink one. Instead, I opted for English Breakfast Tea (I personally prefer Earl Grey any day, but most unfortunately such I am not in possession of *sigh*), with a pint of sugar.

Then the day came and went....and at around 2.45ish in the afternoon I feel my eyes sagging on me, and my shoulders drooping down.

So I knew I had to get my fix.

I did. And now I am wide awake. Figures.

A Kid's Perspective

Kids have a way of making you feel silly for missing the finer points in life. My too smart baby sister reminds me often enough of that, as she did again this evening:

"I can't believe I'm twenty-four years old already," I sighed miserably into the mirror.

"I can't believe your butt is big," my sixth-grader sister comments in response.

Life sucks.

Thank Your Body Fat - it's a LIFESAVER

I don't think I've ever been more thankful and felt so fortunate that I happen to be a little big in the bottoms, than today.

Prior to this day, or rather, this morning, I've always cursed my luck for "blessing" me with a big butt and an equally big pair of thighs. I've envied my mum, who in my age was nicely thin and had legs that went for miles, and likewise I've cursed my brother, who seemed to be the only one of us five blessed with her gifts of long legs and dimpled bottoms. I told him plenty of times, that being a girl, I'm the one who should have had his butt. And his legs.

But God always has His reasons, and God always has plans.

Want to know what happened to me today?

I fell in the bathroom as I stepped into the shower. My right foot slipped, just like that, and I went flying backwards, hands flailing everywhere in my desperate attempt for something to hold onto (and there was none). I count it my FORTUNE, that I landed on the right side of my fat butt, instead of in the middle or my spine, which would have been deadly, and most likely rendered me disabled. Or worse, landed my head on the floor, crashing my skull into stone-hard tiles.

No, I am thankful to have my body fat cushioning my fall, and I broke my fall with my right hand - a bit harsh but not damaging. I don't even have a blue bruise (not to be equated with no bruise at all, mind you).

Had I not have that fat on my butt, I assure you, it would have been bones against hard tiles - splat.

So for those of you with a little extra squish here and there, love them. Or learn to love them. They just might save you one day, like mine did.