Monday, November 30, 2009

High on Life

Totally blissed out. I have been exercising like mad. My goal was to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Not a bad goal, right? Maybe not reasonable at least according to my physician, however, my goal has not changed.

Several points have conspired in my favor recently. I fully recovered from an injury that had kept me sidelined for an extended period. I ran a road race with my daughter and she beat me soundly. I taught my own yoga class out of sheer chance. I've had a great visit with my family. All of these events have propelled me even harder towards my goal.

Except I forgot one little blissed out exercise makes you feel. Lighter than air. Addictive. I can feel my passion becoming an obsession. But maybe that's a good thing.

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Saturday, November 28, 2009


Last weekend we saw a majority of our family members at the wedding of my cousin. We had a wonderful time. It was fun to see everybody and the weekend went smoothly for us.

This weekend was Thanksgiving and we saw more of our precious family. We'll see another few at Christmastime.

I've been cleaning like mad and running more than usual. I taught my own yoga class this week. It was a lucky break for me. I've wanted to be the leader but I have been afraid to try. God gave me that one. Thanks.

I have so many blessings in my life. I am grateful.

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Seed Catalogs Are Coming

It's that time of year when my mailbox starts to overflow with those gorgeous seed catalogs. Every specimen looks so juicy and delicious. It is like living in my own fruit and vegetable fantasy world.

Waiting for my loves to arrive again from the warm spring soil.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Independence and Cooperation

Recently the whole family was sick at my house. Everyone. The mom exception did not apply. Mom was in bed and afraid to get out for fear of massive dizziness and fainting.

In the middle of all of this sickness came a gift from God. My daughter made breakfast for her brothers and even better managed to not destroy the kitchen doing it. Her teacher had recently had a very nice chat with me about her new leaps in independence and responsibility. Just in time.

I'm grateful for these gifts. She played nicely and kept the others busy for several hours while Mom stayed in bed to rest. What a good girl!

I was proud that not only was she capable of doing this but that she really seemed to understand how much her help was needed and appreciated.