Monday, September 9, 2013

News Flash - It's Still Hot Here!

I like swimming pool season a lot better than football season.  In my corner of the world, we stay a little warmer for a little longer than some of my friends up at the top of the map, but it seems we follow the standard schedule anyway.

I see people all over the place taking their pools down, and it's still regularly 90+ degrees here!

Then they go bundle into their sweatshirts and cheer their favorite teams on while trying to pretend they aren't sweating out half their body weight and lying through their face paint when they say they're looking forward to the post-game bonfire.

You aren't fooling anyone.  It's still hot.  Stop rushing the year along.  Some of my neighbors have started stacking hay bales and pumpkins out front already, and the whole neighborhood smells like hot, grassy, fermented pumpkin pie.  

Guess how come...

Because it is STILL hot!

Just because the Dollar General has already put out those crappy scarecrows on a stick and black cat window clings does not mean you have to go along with the charade.  Use your mind.  

That's your PSA for today - I'll be back in a few weeks, complaining about the cold, of course.  

Human nature and all...

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Oh, Look at That - I Made a Blog...

Just a quick update in regards to my one and only post last summer --

*  I forgot I made the blog, okay?

* When I remembered, I didn't remember where/what format/name - nothin'.

* I logged into Blogger to comment on someone else's blog (one where the owner actually makes posts and all) and there it was!  My oft neglected blog!

*  My daughter did well in changing her eating habits last summer.  I did not do as well, but did make a few lasting changes, and I can live with that.  I look like a normal person to the naked eye, but my daddy says I have at least three inches of solid granite between my ears and the part of my brain that absorbs instructions.  

(And to daddy I say, "It takes one to know one, old man!") 

At any rate, baby steps are a real accomplishment for me, so I'm satisfied.


In closing, I'd like to thank all my loyal fan (not a typo - FAN) for sticking with me.  I'm going to add the blog to my toolbar so that I can remember to get over here and do, uh, something on a regular basis.  I doubt you want to hear me cry about exercise or talk about how I couldn't face one more complex recipe and just ate a plate of beans with some garlic for lunch and supper for two days running and was subsequently abandoned by my family because - well, because I was full of beans and garlic.

It was good, though...

Monday, May 28, 2012

It's the Journey, Not the Destination

I'm not sure how much I buy this theory. There are days when, if given the opportunity, I'd skip directly to Destination and leave the Journey for some other suckers with better attitudes.

But today, I'm firing up a blog. What could make me inch a toe into the vast blogging pool so many years after others have mastered the blogging high dive? Accountability.

My daughter is entering her teenage years with a bit of extra baggage (of the saddle variety) and has expressed some vague notions about learning more about health and fitness this summer. I think this is wonderful! She is lovely and not overweight like, Has-My-Own-Show-On-Discovery overweight. But she has some baby fat still clinging and I love that she took the initiative to ask me about ways to live healthier.

After all, I know all about this, right? Maybe not. As I was thinking on ways and means I could approach her with, I realized that though I enjoyed a petite stature in my teenage and young adult years, I've actually been pretty, uh, voluptuous, shall we say, in the past ten years. Give or take. Ahem.

So it appears that KNOWING things and actually APPLYING that knowledge are two different endeavors altogether. And so here I am. Not that typing on a blog will burn very many calories, but I find that lifestyle changes, habit adjustments are as much mental as physical and so a place to record thoughts, complain about it, and rejoice over it is probably as necessary as that dreaded treadmill I've been hiding in the basement.

So here it is. Daughter deserves a partner who knows what she's talking about, not one who assumes the position of Lazy Drill Instructor and lies about sipping Coca-Cola and directing said daughter to do as I say, not as I do.

I can't talk about the square footage of my rump all the time, so you'll likely get a lot more story about many other things as well.

Wish us luck - and a journey fraught with love and courage - we will need it!

Sue