A Well-Heeled Life

A few weeks ago I confessed how lousy I was feeling physically. I also confessed that I intended to change my ways for the better. Well, I started to fall of the wagon last week. We hosted a cookout and the chips, the drinks, the hot dogs all called out to me. Then the next day, but who's counting, I was famished and bypassed the fresh veggies in favor of a bag of baked potato chips in the pantry. Forget they were baked, not fried. I probably ate 5 servings. Ugh! I'm the first person to admit that I'm not the most disciplined woman.I tend to tell myself, "oh well. you tried." and move one to the next thing. Then another month passes, my dresses feel a little snugger, and I begrudge myself for not sticking to my XYZ plan the last time. This time I'm trying something different. I went back to something a nutritionist had once told me. I used to be in incredible shape. I'm embarrassed to admit this was nearly a decade ago and pre-pregnancy. I weighed 75+...

Today is my birthday, so let me start by saying I am grateful for this day and another year of life. My mother died in her middle age (too young in my book). She never had a wrinkle for crying out loud, but cancer doesn't discriminate. As I get older, I am really struck with the tragedy of her loss. I always find myself reflecting on my mother's life. My life and my goals at this time. I reflect on what I'm doing well and what areas can be improved. On the whole, I'd say my track record for accomplishing my goals is 50/50. My life goals have taken on new importance though. I've really been thinking about how short life is and the fact that I'm almost the same age as my own momma when when she passed. My mother had a difficult childhood and adulthood. Her mother died when she was in grade school. Her step-mother was not kind in the least. Her father died when my mom was young. In the end, she was on her own. My mom would be the first to tell you that s...