That's the Best
Hello Friends,
My friend Jill just pointed out to me that it was precisely three years ago to the day that I last posted to this blog. Holy Crap Batman! I can't really believe that three years ago I was writing and that for the past three years, I've been not writing.
A lot has happened in these past three years. At one point, if I had been writing, I would have said everything I wrote was bull pucky. At least the part about it being okay to have a brownie once in a while and getting over yourself about whether this makes you good or bad. It's just a brownie!
Today, I'd say I haven't had a brownie since August 15, 2006 and I have no intention of having one today, tomorrow, or the rest of the week. Food was kicking my butt at the time I left this blog. I've been through long periods of absolute food freedom. It was back to kicking my butt last week. And today, I'm living in freedom again.
But I'm struggling. I'm feeling lost and without a sense of direction and purpose. It's snowing and grey outside. But my dog, Bear, is laying by my side so that makes everything okay. He's all stretched out, paws hanging over the side of the bed, breathing deeply, and occasionally twitching and tic-ing. He must be chasing squirrels or rabbits.
This whole food saga - to have a food plan or not have a food plan. To be rigid and uptight or to hell with it all. This is the stuff that makes me crazy. But when I'm just hanging with Bear, everything is okay. He doesn't look at me and think "Hmmmm....Mommy's looking a little pudgy. She really needs to get it together." Instead I'm willing to bet he's thinking something more like "I really love my Mommy. She and Daddy...they're the best. I get so excited when I know she's coming home. I hope she takes me for a walk or we play ball together. That's the best. I'm glad she doesn't listen to Daddy and instead she lets me lay on the bed with her. That's the best. She gives me lots of hugs and she pets my belly whenever I ask her. That's the best."
Bear has a lot of bests. I like that about him. Just for the rest of the day, I'm going to think about all of my "That's the best"s. Here's a start:
1. I love watching American Idol with my husband. That's the best.
2. I love taking Bear outside when it's snowing. That's the best.
3. I have a new favorite vegetable - kale. That's the best.
4. I have a great new hoodie that makes me feel all warm and cozy. That's the best.
5. Writing this has been a lot of fun. That's the best.
What's your "That's the best"?
My friend Jill just pointed out to me that it was precisely three years ago to the day that I last posted to this blog. Holy Crap Batman! I can't really believe that three years ago I was writing and that for the past three years, I've been not writing.
A lot has happened in these past three years. At one point, if I had been writing, I would have said everything I wrote was bull pucky. At least the part about it being okay to have a brownie once in a while and getting over yourself about whether this makes you good or bad. It's just a brownie!
Today, I'd say I haven't had a brownie since August 15, 2006 and I have no intention of having one today, tomorrow, or the rest of the week. Food was kicking my butt at the time I left this blog. I've been through long periods of absolute food freedom. It was back to kicking my butt last week. And today, I'm living in freedom again.
But I'm struggling. I'm feeling lost and without a sense of direction and purpose. It's snowing and grey outside. But my dog, Bear, is laying by my side so that makes everything okay. He's all stretched out, paws hanging over the side of the bed, breathing deeply, and occasionally twitching and tic-ing. He must be chasing squirrels or rabbits.
This whole food saga - to have a food plan or not have a food plan. To be rigid and uptight or to hell with it all. This is the stuff that makes me crazy. But when I'm just hanging with Bear, everything is okay. He doesn't look at me and think "Hmmmm....Mommy's looking a little pudgy. She really needs to get it together." Instead I'm willing to bet he's thinking something more like "I really love my Mommy. She and Daddy...they're the best. I get so excited when I know she's coming home. I hope she takes me for a walk or we play ball together. That's the best. I'm glad she doesn't listen to Daddy and instead she lets me lay on the bed with her. That's the best. She gives me lots of hugs and she pets my belly whenever I ask her. That's the best."
Bear has a lot of bests. I like that about him. Just for the rest of the day, I'm going to think about all of my "That's the best"s. Here's a start:
1. I love watching American Idol with my husband. That's the best.
2. I love taking Bear outside when it's snowing. That's the best.
3. I have a new favorite vegetable - kale. That's the best.
4. I have a great new hoodie that makes me feel all warm and cozy. That's the best.
5. Writing this has been a lot of fun. That's the best.
What's your "That's the best"?
posted by No Longer Blogging | 6:12 PM
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Sandi writing again. That's the best
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