Day 6 of 42

The PeAr becomes and  APpLe

I was always a pear.  I just was.  Actually I was a ruler for a long time   Straight up and down, no boobs, no belly, hips just big enough to start holding babies by 8 and having em by 18.
The pear came along in it's time.  Soft but not squishy, still a size ten and then 12,   I was fine with that.  I like being tall, I like being flat chested..... I liked being a pear. 

And then, one morning when I wasn't paying attention, I got to be an apple. It was never my goal. 
It was like a  pillow that got stuck to me when I got up one morning but I recognized it right away for what it was.  Belly Fat.  That fat that you know, you just know, is the minefield of all the commercials and magazine articles about RISK.  Risk of diabetes, risk of heart disease, risk of stroke - who sent me this unwanted gift anyway????????????

A lean and lanky kid in the 50's I did all the things in the famililar facebook blog about heading out the door after breakfast and coming home for dinner. 
I played hopscotch and jumprope, climbed trees, rode a bike miles at a time, swam in the local swimming hole. 
Then there were the chores. Walking to the grocery store - and back with bags of groceries.  Vacuuming and scrubbing floors on Saturday morning - before cartoons once we got a TV.
Mowing and raking, picking apples, making pies. All that.  Just like every other kid I was friends with.

That all served me well past my 50's and into my sixties.  I was the wife and mother who helped put on the new roof, chopped wood, drove the truck without power - anything. I had natural childbirth four times without too much fuss.  Nursed em all and carried them on my back or pushed the wheelbarrow full of them to the parades and ball games. Now I truck the grandbabies around and we garden and make bread and do and do and do.

So how come the pear decided to abandon me now after all these years? and what to do, oh, what to do about the apple?

bevelry.