Diane wrote a very good post about that ‘Magic Moment,’ referring to the moment that actually started her on her successful weight loss journey. Other people call it an ‘aha moment.’ I thought back to when I started this whole weight loss thing. It never seemed like it was one moment. It was more of a process. I think of it as a miracle. I emailed APJ (accountability partner Jill) and asked her if she thought this was going to be our magic moment.
I grabbed Noah and headed out the door for a nice long walk. I have so many brilliant bloggy thoughts on my walks. I should take a tape recorder with me. What? They don’t make tape recorders anymore??? Anyway, by the time I get around to writing something, my thoughts have disintegrated a little bit. And then I go back and read some of my old blog entries, trying to find a reference to something or other, and I see that I was thinking/writing/doing the same old thing TWO YEARS AGO. And I get all embarrassed and decide never to write another blog.
Well, in essence, what I was thinking about was the decision/effort/goal to re-lose the 19 pounds. Wondering if this time it was going to ‘take.’ Thinking about all the factors that go into that. And, thinking about the ‘unknown’ factors about our bodies. And there are some things that are unknown about our bodies. You just might as well accept that as fact. Yesterday at work I sat in on a family conference, similar to many of these family conferences I have sat in on over the years. They are always heartbreaking. In fact, the first one I ever sat in, I thought to myself, now I know what it means to have a broken heart. And I am not even the parent. Parent People, you better be darn thankful for your perfectly formed children . Oops, got a little off track there. The point I wanted to make was this: in these conferences they will go through the various body systems of the baby, talk about the things that aren’t working, what we have done to try to fix them, and the doctor will say over and over in reference to various problems we don’t know. And that is at a university teaching hospital with some of the most brilliant doctors in the world working together as a team. Our bodies are fearfully and wonderfully made.
I’m not saying all that as an excuse to fail. In fact, I’m still feeling very positive about the whole thing. Hee hee. Got four whole days under my belt. What am I doing differently? I think mostly I’m trying to stretch out the time between meals until I actually feel hungry. Still eating great food, but not eating for the pure joy of eating. Thinking twice before I reach for a little snack of this or that. Except the baby carrots. I am allowing myself to crunch on those. Still chewing my food quite a bit.
I took a lot of pictures on our walk today. Some big and some little miracles. Some just ‘other stuff.’ First thing I noticed was the beautiful blue sky. Wonderful to see after almost two weeks of nonstop clouds and rain.
Next thing I heard was some VERY happy froggies. I looked over, and there was a pond where there used to be just a hollowed out area. This is never a pond. How do those frogs find it?? Its a miracle, I tell you!
Here’s the little stream by our mail boxes.
This is NOT a miracle. Does anybody know what poison oak looks like? Is this it? It grows on the path to ‘my’ little waterfall. I’m not allergic to poison oak, but I don’t want to test it either.
This is the first time I’ve ventured down to the waterfall since all of our rain. It was quite wonderful. I was on the watchout for hobos, bears, and those vicious banana slugs.
Isn’t it pretty?
Walked down a steep hill so I could get a different shot:
Wanted to get a more complete picture of the waterfall and stream, but the darn trees were in the way.
Then I thought about what nature photographers must go through to get just the right shot, and I took a chance. Put one foot on one of these mossy rocks, the other foot on the other rock, and held onto that little tree trunk (and Noah,)
and got a much better shot!
Oh, this is my favorite shot of the day. I noticed these little succulent type of plants growing out of this rock wall on the way home. Isn’t that a little miracle, that plants can grow out of a rock wall? Love the textures and colors in this picture.
Here’s a picture of the rock wall:
Oh, I saw this on my way home and it cracked me up. Could be its been there forever, and I haven’t noticed. Years ago I had a girl at work make me some rabbit signs pointing the way to my house (the ears point the way.) (Did you all know that I raised angora rabbits for a while?) Anyway, whether the sign says NO HUNTING RABBITS, or NO HUNTING SCHNABELS, I agree with its sentiments LOL.
Ohhhh, lookie what time of year it is!
I got a gander of the stick dance that the trainer described:
And then Mom said that was enough of that.
These daffodils STANDING has to be considered a miracle. This is the same pot I showed in this post. They got hit by even more snow and rain after that picture was taken.
Gonna sign off. And make myself a bowl of the apple blackberry sour cream pie in a bowl. Habanada!