I have a dream...

Okay, so it's little bit dramatic to start off a blog with the words "I have a dream...", especially when you are pursuing something as selfish as weight loss. I don't mean selfish in a bad way, but one wants to be careful about using Dr. King's words, when such words have been spent to powerfully and graciously decades before I decided to use them.
But I do have a dream.
Small as it may be.
I dream of crossing my legs.
(never mind the Alma Maria Mahler-Werfel jokes...)*
I dream of sitting in chair, leaning back and crossing my legs the way James Taylor does when he plays guitar; the way the Alan Alda does when his is interviewed; the way that every guest on the Mike Douglas show once did (I have now revealed my age and the fact that I skipped a lot of school to watch daytime TV as a child).
Not the ankle to knee cross, the one disparaged on the Friends episode with Phoebe's shorts-wearing boyfriend (see, a more current TV reference... I'm getting younger and hipper by the second.. I'll try to throw in a Gossip Girl reference before I'm done)
No, I'm talking about the crossing your legs, thigh over thigh... I've never really been able to do it. Now, part of the problem is that I have remarkably short femurs - my wife laughs at me often (could be worse). So, I may never get to cross my legs in such a manner; I may have to John Wayne my way through life kicking my foot up ever time I want to cross my legs... but I keep trying.
As I lose my weight, every night I sit down and try to cross my legs - I'm hoping that if my body knows of my ambition, it just might co-operate and get rid of some of my belly, allowing me "the dream"
So, far... no luck.
But I'm hopeful, and still 15 pounds down.
Who knows, one of these days you just might see me sitting with my legs crossed strumming guitar and singing "Fire and Rain"... hard for you, but great for me!


*Hey, I could have said Paris Hilton, but it wouldn't have sent you to Wikipedia