I have to admit I experience a significant amount of pride when I get out there and do a sweat-worthy workout in my twice-weekly sessions with my trainer, which in my deductive mind, allows me license to eat a hearty after-meal, then pop a few cookies in my mouth, or enjoy a chocolate bar picked up at the health food store, without a twinge of guilt.
Today, I have a dozen red/yellow roses, picked up on sale for $9.99 at Trader Joes. There really is no way to leave these beauties behind at that price. I slip my fingers into the scissor slots and start with the first rose,
I bought a “bucket” bag yesterday at the mall, because the trip to Paris in the fall got cancelled and I won’t be spending that $3000-plus savings to share a room with a friend in the 4th arrondissement, sleeping on the roll-out bed, doing all the touristy things, visiting Monet’s garden, of course. So, why not indulge?
Hari B Poet 