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falling down the stairs...

Not literally...but I read a great quote (and if I didn't have the memory of a 101 year old I would credit the person who said it!)
She (I think it was a she) said: If you fall halfway down the stairs do you stand up and throw yourself the rest of the way down?  Or do you pick up, dust off, and head back up.

Well, I fell half way down the stairs.  And was throwing myself down the rest of them one stair at a time. 

But I've picked myself up.  And I'm dusting myself off.  And I'm headed back UP the stairs - to my goal. 
Exercise:
I've got less than 3 weeks before my half marathon so training for that has GOT to be in full swing.  My eating is getting back under control - life has been busy and I've used that as an excuse to eat crap.  I KNOW better!!  My life is always going to be busy.  I see myself as a 90 year old world traveler someday.  Busy isn't going to change.  I've managed that in the past, I will get control again. 
Food:
I will plan my daily menu - and hopefully a weekly menu.  Not only do I need to get my food under control, but impulsive eating is EXPENSIVE!!  It's time to stop the insanity (thank you Susan Powter for that one!)
Weight:
I've been on the scale - the damage isn't too bad - it's stuck at 200.  I'd like to say I'm giving up the scale but the reality is, I am not willing to do that yet.  So I'm not making that promise.  I have been jumping on, getting the rough idea, and then jumping off.   I used to do the "shift my feet around until the lowest number comes up" every day.   Now I do that once a week for my weigh in. I'm good with that.

I'm also looking for a new night for an OA meeting - Saturdays just isn't going to work for me.  I've tried.  There's always SOMETHING.  so I will try and find something else.  I need OA.  I am an addict.  I am not in control. 

Our pastor in church this week read a verse to us - one that really struck home with me.  Luke 1:37 "For with God, nothing is impossible"  And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the bottom line. 

Now - off to catch up on everyone else's blogging!!

TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

I love that Lil 'ol lady! That's a good thought. You are so right. Keep working and nothing IS impossible. Patience and faith sweetheart. Keep it up.
Tiff said…
Love that verse! I have it on my blog too actually :)

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