Olive Oil

When my parents-in-law first met me (and we're talking about many years ago) I was extremely thin. I'm not talking about slim, or lean, but exceedingly wiry, and they gave me the nick name of Olive Oil (Popeye's sweetheart). I was so thin, that I had to buy clothes in the children's department when I was an adult - talk about embarrassing! The other day my daughter surprised me by buying me a t-shirt with Olive Oil dancing across the front in a comic gangly prance, and I laughed when I saw it, for I had no idea she knew what my nick name had once been. No longer am I slim or lean. There's much more of me to hug these days! I used to walk the dog for hours in the fields and in the forest and sadly now less mobile, I am not able to do this cardiovascular exercise, that I enjoyed so much. Along with my age and not forgetting Mother Nature's wonderful gift to woman, that quite frankly we could all do without: "the menopause"; ridding myself of those annoying extra kilos is becoming a lost cause! So I may not resemble Olive Oil any more, but her spirit still dances on inside me.