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Last night, the weather was lovely, with temperatures in the range in which all three members of our household are comfortable. Given my dislike of cold, and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid's general state of fuzziness (read: insulation), this ideal range seems to be about six degrees, possibly 67F (below which I am Too Cold) to 73F (above which he is Too Hot). [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' preferences seem to fall between his and mine.

So it seemed like a good idea to take a walk. And further, it seemed like a good idea to walk to a place where we could have dinner. This turned out to be Dragon Dynasty, a little Chinese restaurant about 2 miles west of the house. Now, it's pretty alarming when any of us have any urges towards anything that might be described as exercise for its own sake, but to get all three of us to do it? Insane. Still, happy walk, happy dinner. We might do it again, even.

I support that, having recently come to the conclusion that I am Much Too Fat. This must end. Now, I don't want to be 110 pounds (which is the low end of the recommended weight range for my height) by any stretch of the imagination -- in fact, if I were, I'd probably be dead. My frame is wide and solid enough that at 140 (5 pounds above the *high* end of the recommended weight range), all my bones stick out in alarming and disgusting ways. At that weight, I look like the Keira Knightley of dwarves, which nobody wants. But 150, 150 would be all right.

On the other hand, I do not find dieting or exercise even remotely interesting. I have no problem with doing these things, but I don't ever want to be the sort of person that talks about, say, their food choices incessantly. I work with some of those, and I wish to avoid them whenever possible. So I'll be trying to not develop that tendency. In particular, if anyone ever finds me complaining about the fact that someone has made cake available, or the like, please just take me out back and put a bullet in my brain. That is a clear sign that my usefulness to the human race will be at an end.

Date: 2006-09-13 03:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] featherynscale.livejournal.com
For serious. I'm 5'4", I've got a 36-inch ribcage (at my bottommost ever junkie weight), and my shoulders are significantly wider than my hips. I am the Wrong Shape for being a human female, but I think I could pass as a girl dwarf. You know, for whatever that's worth.

Date: 2006-09-13 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karinablack.livejournal.com
I've come to the disheartening conclusion I will never be a tall, radiant elven beauty. I'm starting to be in love with the idea of "Hobbit."

You know that seriously hot Hobbit chick Sam has a boner for?

You silly...

Date: 2006-09-14 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wildnsquirrelly.livejournal.com
Sam's still a Gardener at heart. Who else would he fall in love with but a girl named Rose.

Re: You silly...

Date: 2006-09-14 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karinablack.livejournal.com
ROSIE

like his palm. :)

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