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Obese? Wow!
Soooo I’m OBESE. I know. It’s such an UggLee word. Forgive me. I met with a personal trainer today. It wasn’t pretty. He weighed me. Then he asked me to hold this electronic device that reads your body fat percentage. Mine is 34 point something or other. Apparently, anything higher than 30 is considered obese. That’s what HE said, this man who calls himself “Mister Shut Up and Train” I thought to myself: “exCUUUSE me?!” Then he hit me with more “facts.” He even wrote these numbers down, my age, my current weight, my height. There it was, in black and white. I was so stunned, I couldn’t bring myself…
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Tortoise Soup
We all know the story of the tortoise and the hare. The former steadily and slowly moves toward the finish line, the latter swiftly assumes he’ll be victorious. I just realized I am the tortoise. Surely, I behaved much like the hare, thinking I would win, knowing I was well suited for the race. I had established talents, skills, but no focus, or direction. This left me scrambling – aimlessly flailing my arms and legs, watching the competition cruise on by toward “success” Then, somewhat like the hare, I just took myself out of the race, but not because I knew I could catch up, I stopped trying because…
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Sweet Sweet Savannah
I have to admit that I’ve been running myself ragged lately. Ragged! As if working full time and taking care of my family and household weren’t enough, I’ve gone and started volunteering at a local cooking school. I’m also cooking for almost every event I get invited to. It’s practice. Then last week I had a much needed hiatus from the madness. Thankfully Savannah aka SLOW vannah is just a few hours away and I had an excursion planned to see a concert. It was extremely soothing. Sitting under the oaks eating ice cream, browsing boutiques, sleeping until my eyes opened. I must do it again real soon.
