This morning I'm torn between writing about my diet because I only lost .8 of a pound this week, and the dishes in my sink...like where did they come from and how do they multiply? For three weeks I have had no sugar or white flour. I haven't killed anyone yet, and actually, it's been pretty easy, kind of like a game. I promised myself to only weigh once a week so I could see some progress and celebrate and today's the day. But .8 of a pound??? Disappointing! I remember the days when I could have not just coffee for breakfast but also a warm, buttery cinnamin roll dripping with icing, or two if I wanted it, and not gain an ounce. Where ARE those days? What happened?
I know. .8 is almost a pound, and a pound a week is good but guys, Halloween is coming...soon! M&Ms, candycorn, chocolate covered peanuts abound! I have a luncheon to go to this week which is not built around my eating guidelines, and then here comes my birthday in a few days with cake and ice cream! What to do? Help!!!
And about those dishes. How can two people possibly, possibly use so many dishes? Empty the dishwasher, load it, wash them. You better be standing right there ready to salute when they're done, empty it again, and reload. But you don't because you are in the middle of watching the football game and then "Benjamin Button" for the second time so all your snacking dishes have to go in the sink. And his snacking dishes too. And the dog's. Then it's so late you fall asleep, and suddenly it's morning and you haven't saluted the dishwasher yet. So where are you going to put that cup when you're finished with your morning coffee? See what I mean? They just multiply. So either I salute right away and hop to it or they continue to multiply exponentially.
It's Sunday. I am going to church and pray. I might throw in these petty issues. They serve me well as distractors of what is really going on. People in my family are not working. There are problems jumping out from behind bushes and sneering at those I love. That's what I'm going to pray about. Then I will come home and salute.