The success I had with the Weight Watchers program after joining last November was short-lived and I have myself to blame. After the holidays, I maintained my weight very well for a few months, but lately, my unhealthy, bad habits returned and I have found myself standing in front of the vending machines again. This whole situation is disgusting to me, especially when I stand in my closet at 6:30 a.m. wondering what might fit around me today.
I check my home e-mail during my lunch hour. Potato chip in left hand, mouse in the other, I opened the message. I’m supposed to be counting points and I’ve lost count of the number potato chips I downed in thirty minutes! Ughhhh. I grabbed a napkin and wiped the salt and barbeque seasoning from my mouth and hands, took a long drink of water, and closed the bag of chips. I’m going back on Saturday with dear daughter. Ten or fifteen pounds isn't much to lose unless you are a petite woman.
Good-bye potato chips. Hello tasteless, fat-free everything. I will adapt to the change and like it. :o/
The skies have been altering light and dark with breaks of sun, then threatening rain again. The effects of the tropical storm “Andrea” off the North Carolina coast is heading westward. Nothing compared to Kansas and California. Big sigh…
After work yesterday, I made a list of things to accomplish in the evening. At the top of the list was “quit the full-time job and find a part-time job”! I know that won’t happen in the near future. To do anything else but sit on my fanny was a chore. The job/weight factors in here.
I picked myself up and headed to the back of our property to see what has grown around the culvert. Yes, Susan, we have a large natural area in the back of our manicured, green lawn! You’d love it.
There was a field of these. I called them “Buttercups” as a child.
I saw loads of these pretty bells, too. So fragile.
The girls waited for me as I slid down the hill on pine straw. I sat in the grass with them and we played while the sun brightened us, then retreated behind dark, heavy clouds.
Bella is very possessive of her hula hoops. Chloe doesn’t bother with them and prefers retrieving golf balls and eating dirt and bunny droppings.
After nearly 11 years, Chloe won't stop digging. She’s having a dinner of dirt, bunny droppings, and whatever she finds.
Coughing up her dinner. Serves her right! Oh, I love her anyway.
After fifty hula hoop retrievals, she’s had it. My spoon-tongue Bella is so energetic and sweet. I need to keep up with both of them!
I turned around to see the Chickadee liking the orange suet! My bird friends have me wrapped around their little fingers. I’ll be out shopping for them again soon. It’s hard to ease up on feeding but I’m doing well with it.
When the girls needed a drink, I left them and headed to the front of the house where the sun was shining.