I am trying to get some exercise to aid in my reduction, so I asked Henry if he’d be interested in dancing the Charleston with me. What fun, right? It’s so light hearted. He said he’d have to pass, first because he’s too sore and has a bad hip, and also, he remembers that dance from the first time around so it’s not ‘fun’ to him. What a fuddy duddy! At least he’ll always love me, so matter what size I am.