There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Monday, March 21, 2011


I have a question, or maybe a wondering, or maybe I am just a little more than weird.

I was reading a fellow blogger/Facebooker's comment on his 40# weight loss and a recurrent thought went through my mind.

I know I have lost 25 pounds. I can see it in my face, feel my ribs, I have collar bones I can see and touch and I wear a size 4 jeans (and a size 10 does that calculation come about?). But, I still think I am 140 pounds, still feel like I have a bigger body and wonder when I go to bed if I am going to wake up my old heavier self. While I may fit in those new jeans they don't fit in my brain. It's sort of like if I splurge and eat a doughnut those 25#'s are going to reappear in an hour.

I exercise every day, I am following my diet faithfully, take my meds on time twice a day, go to rehab every Wednesday, my labs are great....I am doing what I am supposed to do but I am also waiting for those shoes to drop and at the moment of that thudding noise I'm not Cinderella anymore.

What's up with all of this weirdness?

Sunday, March 13, 2011

I can't swim but I'll wear a life vest.....

20 years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.    Twain

I hope I have 20 more years.  However much time I do have I need to get that  sailboat ready now.  Thank you Delci for sending this to me.