Trash Talkin'

I found this excerpt on my desktop.  See! I did think about y'all while I was away.  Unfortunately I never posted it.  This is the topic I wanted to talk about today, though, so I thought I would continue on.  But first here is my original ramblings.....

Greetings, Grainiacs!
I am on the beautiful seminary campus. My class is wonderful and I'm learning lots and I also have time to “be still.”  I haven’t exactly kept up with my walking 15 minutes every day.  Let’s face it; it’s me we’re talking about!  I have walked, though.  Hooray!  I am enjoying catching up with old friends and I’m excited that I’m meeting new friends.  This is good because so many of my friends are graduating from this program while I have taken the slow boat.  But no trash talking here.  It is what it is.  Life happens.

I have once again found out something new about myself.  I am going through withdrawals here.  Let me back up!  Every time I’ve come to seminary I go to the store and buy WAY TOO much food….even when I’ve calculated it all out ....and well, we all know the drill. Excess!!! This looks good and oh, that looks good and gosh, yummy yummy to THAT!   Sound familiar?  Stores have a marketing plan and I buy into it each and every time.

This time I bought a loaf of bread, a small jar of peanut butter and sugar-free grape jelly,  frozen blueberries, oatmeal, cheese sticks, baby carrots, celery, a bag of apples, and the individual Ranch dressing dips.  Every morning I have oatmeal with blueberries. For lunch I’ll either have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or the carrots and celery and toast. For dinner, the same.  Just recently someone brought over yogurt for us so now I might have blueberries and yogurt.  When I get the munchies, I munch on celery or carrots or cheese.  I have been fine until today!  The seminary treated us to lunch.  I decided not to take huge portions.  I didn’t want my tummy to expect that kind of cuisine.  My tummy wasn’t listening.  My class is from 1:30 – 4:30 and tummy wanted to talk, er rather growl somewhere around 3:00!  So every day at break, I would grab a bag of baby carrots and celery and an individual ranch dip.

Back to the present.  I'm home.  I can get to the grocery store.  I can walk to the Subway's and order a sandwich lickety split.  I am returning to not so good habits.  So I started thinking I'm going to return to my former days of dieting.  Yep, here we go again.....and again.  I want to get off this damn merry-go-round and I'm just finding it too hard.  Don't get me wrong.  I am VERY happy with my life and on most days- myself, but I would like to get some (okay....ALL) of this excess weight off.  But I don't work at it.  There is just too many other juicy things to do (and taste).  But it is mindless eating.  Right now my tummy is telling me to quit typing and get something to eat.  Am I hungry?  Or just thinking too much about food?  Or bored?  Is it just too much work and that makes me want to eat because this is an emotional game?

Recently I have heard about too many people falling.... and two of them have led to death.  One person was 62 years old or there about and the other was 54!  Their fall led to other complications which resulted in death, but I have heard of others who just fell and have recovered but it slowed them down.  Our organist fell and broke 2 fingers-- not a good thing but especially to a musician who relies on her hands for income.  Hillary Clinton fell.  A certain Grainiac was thrown from her bike while out exercising (I've warned her that exercising is hazardous to our health), but in reality, she probably mended faster because she DOES exercise.  So as much as I hate to exercise or diet, I'm going to do it and this is the year that it happens.  Who's with me?  Is the day today?  Let's get stronger as we get smaller.  There's probably a catchier way to say it, but you get my drift!  Grainiacs!  Unite!!! No more trash talkin'-- we can do this!