It's Thanksgiving, and I'm knee deep in croissants. Last night I made the pumpkin pie. The aroma lingered. Now it's butter croissants that I started last night. did the butter rolling layers thing, woke up energized to get after my pastry dough. I love cooking.
I have run everyday, one with situps and arm weights and stretches, yesterday just a run made special because my 11 year old grandson came with me... trotted along like he lived on a cloud...
..........Until about half way up "THE HILL" when he stopped for a stooped over breather. later on, complained of stiff legs. ha. not just younger next year, but as tough as a child. maybe next I'll try racing the 3 year old in order to feel superior and like I'm at least making some progress on this whole ordeal.
My weight has not only not budged but is still trying to go the wrong direction - through no attempts of my own to keep it under control.
And so, my message for today is to let go of the attempts to control anything whatsoever, but to stay on my path of well being... and this is today's lesson for my life in general. Do what's good for me. let go of everything else. but not the pie. hang on to the pie. (Don't worry, you'll see it in 3 days on my hips).
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