Food for thought

Fear and I have been periodically acquainted over the years. In fact, we're probably better acquainted that I care to admit. Fear is one of those bad-ass people that you know you shouldn't hang with but are just not that easy to give up. You know the kind, gives you really bad advice and encourages you to eat all the wrong food that simply feeds your insecurities but sure tastes good. So how do we cut these ties that bind?

I found this article on Care2 helpful.

Random thoughts about the iPad

It used to be that necessity was the mother of invention but we've moved light years beyond that. Now we primarily invent for the sake of inventing and for profit - then we're sold on the supposed use for the technology by the corporations making the profit. However, having said that, I believe that technology has potential for good or evil and that there are some inventors who are still looking at the need for new technology - particularly in the medical field. But bottom line here - I don't need an iPad.

There's a good article about this on Care2 Does Anyone Really Need an iPad?

What springs to mind...

I cannot get motivated. Here it is Saturday, the end of February and I have an errand list as long as my arm; I need to clean the house in preparation for yet another house guest; the dog is begging for a walk; I need to do my income tax returns; and yet here I sit, blogging. Meanwhile this morning, my 88 year old neighbor, who is totally motivated apparently, and his 50+ nephew have cut down two dead dogwood trees in my yard. Well, that's embarrassing! My guilt level rose enough that I put on my coat and went outside to "help". That consisted of unlocking the gate so Mr. A. didn't have to scale the fence at least and then raking off some Spanish moss from the Japanese magnolia (what an International garden I have!). The reason for this inertia? The miserable weather! It's been too cold for too long.This wasn't in the brochure. This is, after all, the South. Yes, we have seasons but freezing temps for anything over a day? Come on. I am so ready for spring.

What's in a name?

What with a special electing convention, then the consecration of the new bishop (and my new boss), followed in ten days by our annual convention, I feel that "almost a life" is very apt. I've been putting in 14 hour days, 7 days a week, without even a lunch break. I haven't seen my father in the nursing home for over a week and I'm, to be frank, exhausted. One bright moment is my coming home to notes saying, "Dinner's in the fridge; animals fed." Thanks, S.K.! It's been a Godsend.

Whining over? Never!

After two weeks of very little wine - two glasses - or carbs and no fresh fruit, I have dropped 8 pounds and am definitely ready to start adding those lovely low glycemic, high fibre fruits and starches back into my diet. In reality, my weight fluctuates regularly by 10 lbs due to, who else, George, who believes that I'm his personal lap cushion. Perhaps I should take him to my annual check-up and have them weigh us together!

Don't forget to drip your pipes!

Yeah, but see what happens! My friend, Carol Melton, took this photo of icicles on the Forsyth Park fountain in Savannah. This is the longest cold spell I've experienced in Savannah and I've been here 30 years! But this week it'll be in the mid-sixties (Fahrenheit)

Whining & Dining, one week out - rant #1

It's somewhat of a disconnect that in a nation (when did we stop saying "country") of obesity we are a people obsessed with our weight. Of course, it's big business. It only makes sense for manufacturers of diet pills and programs to keep us overweight, that way no customer is lost. And don't get me started on clothing. Too late, I'm on a rant...I have stayed about the same size now for 25 years yet incredulously I dropped THREE dress sizes! It's a miracle. And now I know people who wear a size zero, yet they look clothed. Another miracle. Ladies, remember when we were teenagers and a few extra pounds meant that no way were we going to try on let alone buy a new swimsuit? But if I need a size 10 this year whereas last year I was a 12, I must look fab in that bikini, right? And those bulges and overhang must be due to something being wrong with the dressing room mirror.

Now, don't get me wrong, I believe it's my responsibility not "them others" to maintain a healthy lifestyle for myself, it's just that sometimes I feel as though I have to deflect those weighty bullets, sort of like Wonder Woman, well except without the long flowing auburn hair, long legs and cinched waste.