I am going to go out on a limb and hope that at least more than half of you, dear readers, know who the Wiggles are. If you don’t, I’ll give you the safe dinner-party summary—the Wiggles are (were?) a group of fully-grown men (I repeat: fully-grown men, some about to turn 60) from Australia that had their own TV show and sang songs for children. (If you do know who the Wiggles are, do we all agree that Murray –red Wiggle—was the most adorable?)
While not for me, I do remember sitting about one day with my sister and watching them sing a catchy song in Spanish about fresh fruit salad. And I liked it. So much, that I still remember the lyrics to this day, and when I titled this post, I squealed and looked up the video on YouTube. It’s too much magic to handle.
My sister and I have been attempting lately to eat much healthier than we usually do (pizza, ice cream, bread, tortillas, tortillas, tortillas) to see what changes this brings about. We’ve also been exercising quite a lot (I’ve found that it helps if you pretend you’re training to represent your district at the Hunger Games), hoping this will motivate us to actually do things during the summer.
But it makes me feel accomplished. Like I’m weary for the right reasons.