My friend, Debbie, grabbed this picture of me as I waited for Sam Reed to prepare the wet plate for am ambrotype on Saturday. Mind you, I did not know that he was behind me, making bunny ears. See? Even during the Civil War, there were jokers in the deck.
Looking at this picture and knowing that last month I turned 51 years old, I thought, "Damn, I'm old and fat." Yes, Southern cooking has been too good for me and I have added some pounds since I got here.
Tomorrow I am signing up at the Y but you know, not to lose weight - my cholesterol is at too high a level and I am more concerned about that than weight. And thinking about it today, it occurred to me I have sort of hit a level that my weight does not go beyond, I feel good, and I am comfortable in my own skin. So who gives a damn? My husband and I are still crazy for each other (or just crazy, but it works) and my kids are healthy, good, and smart.
I am okay with who I am and what I look like. I am having too much of a good time in life right now to care.