Not For

There are many, many good things in life, and yes, I must admit a few disappointments.

One of the happy consequences of the long Covid isolation was a long overdue return to daily exercise in my small apartment.

It filled a void.

Listening to Apple music allowed me a thirty minute return to happier chapters in life and also became a physical asset healthwise.

And fortunately, my new stationery bicycle was delivered before lockdown. And indeed that was a happy thing.

However, now as a few tired items emerge daily from my spring wardrobe, I am thrilled to notice a few long forgotten muscles have returned.

And that certainly falls into the column of good things.

Or so I thought.

When I briefly glanced online into my favorite designer’s website, I noticed a not so good thing.

It (or she, he or ?) has changed sizing. I guess they didn’t notice how hard I had worked to rediscover those muscles.

The site now features “Boxy” in every item I normally purchase.

For the first time in several years, I crave “Fitted” and the category is seemingly obsolete.

Is that a suggestion that I reintroduce butter pecan ioe cream to my world?

Or perhaps indulge once again in Leonidas chocolate?

Or,, heaven forbid, forego my daily exercise session?

If so, I will refuse, possibly with the exception of the ice cream.

I labored too long and hard for these quite small and long absent muscles to return, and I certainly don’t need “boxy” to chase them into oblivion again.

And I’ll also save money and possibly use it for the butter pecan.