Calling All Dieters!

Feel free to hold yourself accountable along with me here. (And thanks to Donna for the idea).

I had a half a turkey sandwich and a cup of corn chowder for lunch today. A lot better than last week's fried chicken sandwich and fries.

Now, to get active... still working on that. Anybody got any ideas that won't take a huge chunk out of my day?

OK, Fat Cells... Bring It On

The battle of the bulge is officially on.

Got weighed at the doctor's office yesterday... I knew I'd been slipping a little from my exercise routine and not doing such a great job staying away from stuff I shouldn't eat. But I had gained a good ten pounds... so...

It's on.

I plan to keep myself accountable here... hope you don't mind... while I continue to wage war on my fat cells.

Shopper-tainment

Whatever happened to the simpler times?

It seems almost EVERYTHING anymore has the Emeril effect - it's kicked up a notch. Intensified. Take your job. Take driving. Take shopping. Please.

But seriously... you can't just drive anymore. You have to drive while you're mentally planning a Christmas get-together for your Sunday School class, dialing your sister to make sure you've got the right size Christmas clothing for your niece and nephew, applying lipstick and sticking your tongue out (that's if you're a Christian) at the rude people.

Ditto for shopping. You can't just run in and get something anymore. You have to be accosted by clerks - unless you actually need the help, in which case there's not a sales assistant this side of Peoria. You have to weave yourself in and out of the temporary booths set up only this time of year to trip you up... try to shut out the elevator music mingled with the choral group mingled with the high school band that are all performing at different locations without taking a mall's unique acoustics into affect...

Whatever happened to just running in and getting a few things? I'm worn out and it's only December 17th.

My Faith Is Weak

Help me, Lord, to know your truths above all else.

Some days it's easier than others.

Where's the Christ in Christmas?

Actually overheard: "What do these people think they're doing, making the holidays religious?"

Resolved: That my little Sam-the-man will know the real meaning of Christmas.

Anger = Danger?

You ever notice that anger is only one letter away from danger?

I'm really struggling with this right now. Things that shouldn't frustrate me at all seem to be easily boiling me over. Things that would be just irritating to someone else seem to be so much more to me.

Even Jesus got angry... but what I have to be careful about is what I do with my anger. Remember the age-old "time-out" strategy for small kids? I've been doing that myself the last few days. As I catch myself about to raise my voice or react angrily, I tell my DH and little boy I'm taking a time-out... and I go away for at least 60 seconds. When I come back, my reactions are so much more rational.

Time-outs are not just for little kids anymore.