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ADDICTED TO BETTER

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Here’s another afternoon staring at me. My mind is a little alot scattered. It is admirable that I am so keen on learning. Putting too much on my plate can negate all that. It sends my head into a continuous spin. I’m not focused. I have no direction and don’t I know it! Right now I’m dying for a cup of tea. It’s my addiction calling. It would help if I could cut back a bit. Too many cups adds to my aggitation. If I’m too intent on cutting back, it calls me louder. I might as well go make myself a cup.

I’m back with my tea. It would be good if I could just sit but I have things whirling around and around in my head – ‘my goals and projects’. Once upon a time I could just sit and read for pleasure. Now, I’m a bit driven to do everything better. I don’t want any prize ribbons but I am addicted with ‘improvement’. I’m considering a blog on how to do anything better – not seriously.  I am a lost cause on giving as well as receiving directions.

I suppose I could blame everything to this crazy weather we’re experiencing. I feel guilty complaining about blue skies and warm temperature. But it does not feel like December or that Christmas is just around the corner. It is a little disconcerting. Weird weather patterns are here to stay. I better adjust. I want to whine less, do better and more. Can’t help but be my striving self.

What specifically am I striving for? I’m thinking of expanding my artistic endeavours to include quilting and embroidery. Blame it on the quilt show I went to in October. Seeing all the fabulous quilts displayed made me want to do it, too. I believe in listening to the  voices of creation. I have no extra time to sit and ponder. It is time to sew, to explore, experiment and go wild, crazy creatively addicted.

 

 

 

THE WEIGHT OF IT ALL

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So here I sit on this 42nd day into Lent.  I’m sipping my black coffee and feeling as fat as my laughing Buddha.  I am, however, not feeling as jolly.

I’ve been feeling more tired lately, finding myself breathless when Sheba and I are out for our walks.  It is hard to bend over to tie my boots.  I attribute that to the amount of clothes that I have on.  Yesterday, I could not find any clothes that looks good on me.  Everything emphasizes my belly.  I look like my laughing statue.  Well, my ears do look considerably smaller than his.

I still went out for lunch, but that was after a romp at the dog park.  I have discovered this restaurant called the Asian Buffet and the food was just sumptuous with so many selections.  I chose mostly the healthy ones or so I tried to comfort myself.  To tell the truth, I felt full after my appetizers of  2 steamed Vietnamese rolls, 4 little sushi rolls and a tiny salad.  But I felt compelled to go back for my plate of fried rice, stir fried veggies, some noodles and 2 little deep fried chicken nuggets.  And of course, after that some dessert of fresh fruit and one tiny sweet square.

Well, I am not quite sure whether I am still so enamored with the restaurant.  Perhaps it is too much of a good thing.   To be sure, it doesn’t really help my weight problem.  But I want to get all the mindless, addictive eating out of my system.  Now I can settle down and do something about it.  What better time than now, in the last days of Lent, to make that commitment?

I have a plan already.  One must have a plan.  Start small.  Add to it.  Figure in lapses.  Keep at it.  The reward would be feeling better, looking good and being able to bend over to tie my boots without gasping for air.