jan roswold brown: Preview "Success and failure, percentages"

jan roswold brown: Preview "Success and failure, percentages"

Success and failure, percentages

I wrote a lively little piece about walking and venting about life in general, but somehow screwed up trying to post it. Rather than try to duplicate my meanderings maybe everyone should imagine their own venting about success, failure. So, today, I will address denial. Denial: the ability to not see the truth that stares at you and speaks in loud voices in your ears and sends you away with guilt wrapped around you like a necklace made of heavy stones. We rationalize what we want to do. And what we don't want to do. Not quite convincing us that we shouldn't carry the guilt around. So, after days of full on denial about what I really should do and what is good for me and what I WANT to do. I give in to denial. I have prayed. I think I know what is right, I am just not ready to give up what I think I want and shouldn't. Oh well. If I am lucky, I won't be able to post this either. Denial. It's an art

Venting about walking

The NOVEL continues

Okay.  So, I am re-writing my novel,  WAKING UP, for the ....umpteenth time.  As I take out the very poorly written parts, the book gets shorter.  And shorter.  This may end up as 'short' story.
Well, poopah.
I do add things, and mostly I like what I add, until I read the entire chapter and go,.....hmmmm, didn't I already say that?  Or, more likely, that's dumb.
But I still enjoy the process.  I write every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evening, sometimes both.
My days are lovely.  As soon as I get up, dressed, teeth brushed, I am out the door for my morning walk.  I hate it.  I am, however, 'mildly over nourished', and if I don't exercise, I will become fat.  My husband said that time is nearing.  Boo Hiss.  Or is it Boo Him?
So I walk.  Somedays I go to the pool and swim instead, or in addition too.  Yesterday, I walked and went to the gym.  I hate it all.
In a perfect world, we could eat pretty much what we want, (with reason, of course, and everyones reasons are different :).), exercise moderately; walking to the fridge, bathroom, car, around the mall, etc., and stay a normal size.  Like an 6, or 8.  Well, I'm a 12, once in a while a 10, and once in a while a 14, but mostly a 12.  If I get down to a 10 or :) an 8, I will have to buy new clothes.  I think my husband would rather I stay fat.
I have altered my diet.  I no longer have my snifter of B & B in the evening.  I have only one beer before dinner, not two.  I don't eat potato chips, I have switched to baked sweet potato chips.  I eat my hamburgers without the bun.  I limit my ice cream to Gelato. And, well, that's about it.  I mean we are trying to eat more healthy, but it's hard.
I don't do hard very well.
So, my rant for the day is over.
Couldn't I just take a pill?

Uh oh. It's Friday the 13th. My 63rd birthday. I'm having a great day, kinda waiting for the 'other shoe' to drop. Hope it does't! 102 earthquakes here in the last 13 days. Most pretty small, but....does this mean something?

Thirty one years ago today, my youngest child was born. She was 5 pounds even, so scrawny she looked like a baby bird. Lots of brown curly hair. Now she is married, 2 loving children, going to school to become an RN. You never foresee what these tiny babies will do nor how they will fill, crush, and fill again your heart. Happy Birthday, my daughter. You are loved.

My dog is a poodle, not a pitbull. I'm afraid of pitbulls. My husband loves me. I love him back. Our three married children have blessed us with nine grandchildren. We live in a tiny, lovely home in a place with palm trees, sunshine, free golf and lots of good friends. We have a great little van we travel in. Most of our family are pretty healthy and ALMOST normal. Money coming in is close to money going out. Sometimes. Is life perfect? Pretty much. Does it have to be? Not at all. I don't know the reason God has blessed us with such bounty, I can't think of any reason we deserve it. On my knees, I thank you Lord, for all you have provided. It isn't luck. Maybe someday the other shoe will drop, meanwhile, I'm going to sit in the sun, have a glass of wine, lay my head back, smile and breathe deep.