We've actually had some sunshine the last few days. And is it ever wonderful! Yesterday was in the fifties. It looked good. It smelled good. It felt good. A friend says February is the month of hope; it indeed seems to bringing good things along with it. Starting today instead of tomorrow. Yippee!
Even a little cheating can do damage to a weight loss plan. I can blame no one but myself. I chose to make pastries for church; and then I chose to eat some. And then I chose to make pizza for dinner and had two pieces (instead of the just the one I told myself I could have). They seemed like such tiny transgressions. I could hardly believe that I'd only dropped 4 ounces in a week. And Becky says that whole, "muscle weighs more than fat" thing just doesn't cut the mustard. Which led to discussions on interval training, stretching, and a few new machines at the gym. Sigh.
We had some good news regarding my husband's claim for health problems as a result of working near chemicals. He is finally receiving some compensation for the damage done to his lungs and respiratory system. I'm hoping he will be able to put some the pain and frustration with the "system" behind him now. That would be a blessing!
So in the midst of winter, sun. In the midst of disappointment, a ray of hope. In the midst of "too much going on", some time for peace and the company of friends.
Life goes on.
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