
If only life were like a box of chocolates, but alas, I’ve been restricted – mostly self-inflicted – to a life of leafy greens, high protein and a lack of sugar. I’m not complaining, it’s just tough for an old broad like me to change my eating habits.
At my last yearly physical, I made the mistake of talking about my weight with my doctor. My weight has steadily been rising over the past ten years. I can’t say it’s because of a sedentary life style, but I certainly haven’t been very good about actually exercising. Add to that the fact that I love food – especially all the stuff that isn’t good for me.
All my blood work indicates that I’m the picture of health. I’m even getting rid of a lot of medication I don’t think I need anymore. Unfortunately, I mentioned my concern for this slow and steady weight gain to my doctor, who apparently hadn’t noticed it. Of course I know that exercise is the answer. Blogging doesn’t burn many calories and our little “new” old house takes about fifteen minutes to clean. I even have a free membership to the YMCA because I’m a senior citizen.
Why is the resistance so great? I know I feel better when I’m moving. I know all the stuff about dieting. Its been a lifestyle since I was a teenager. I know all about Paleo, South Beach, Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig and all the other diet plans out there. Maybe I resist because I’m tired of following the rules, but that’s a whole different story.
In fact, this entire post is the result of not wanting to talk about ants anymore.











Last fall, my husband bought a beautiful hydrangea plant for the front of our new “old” house. I was so ecstatic, because these are my favorite plants and it seemed the perfect spot for this bloom adorned bush. Winter came and went and the now dormant looking plant showed no sign of life. I waited. I contacted my cousin, who is a master gardener and she told me to wait some more. I waited some more.





