Of course I have an excuse, I have been sick and as I am the only person left in my whole department I still have to put in 14 hour days. So a little (ha!!) pizza is inevitable.
I don't know how much I weigh, but I know my mid section is definitely fatter. No concave stomach for me when I lie down, in fact it is lucky to approach some semblance of flat. Here's a heads up ladies - even a pear becomes an apple once you hit 40!
I'm watching some crappy show on TV about a makeover for a woman who has had a mastectomy. Guess what - I need to shut up already.
I have two beautiful breasts and a slim figure. I am healthy (notwithstanding the cold) and fit.
In the scheme of life, the universe and what really matters - my problems are non-existent. I might have a mild eating disorder (is that like being mildly pregnant? -- I actually don't think you can have a mild disorder but anyway...), I might be as stressed a hamster running on one of those miniature wheels but holy shit batman -- life could be a hell of a lot worse.
With four qualities the wise, intelligent, worthy person goes about not uprooted, not lifeless, not blameworthy, not censured by the wise.
What four qualities - good conduct of body, speech and mind and with gratitude.