Over the last two years I stored up about fifty posts: posts on subjects I had ideas about and posts for when I wanted to post but didn't have something timely to say. I was reading through them and I realized they are all pretty serious. Some are downright depressing. They are not happy and for today I insist on a happier blogging home.
I decided to trash some, re-write some and post the others occasionally when I want to fill in. I will post them with the disclaimer:
I hope you had a happy holiday. I decided not to weigh in until tomorrow. I figured if I didn't like the number on the scale I did not want it affecting my mood over the holiday weekend and if I did like the number on the scale I didn't want it affecting my food choices over the holiday weekend.
Written when I was depressed and unaware. The attitude represented in this post is not current in me today but the topic has some value so I am posting it anyway."
Then I received a great blessing. My husband did not ask for, expect or want anything particular to the holiday. No barbecue, no hot dogs, no chips, no potato salad, no ice cream - nothing. He ate as I did without suggesting anything else or asking what I planned to make on any given day. That was a gift. I didn't have to consider any food other that what I was planning to eat.
Someone in our neighborhood decided to set off a Disney-sized massive fireworks display. We went outside to our backyard for 15 minutes to watch it.
I got 32 bug bites, minor smoke inhalation and I am possibly deaf from the booms - but I am free of the obsession to overeat for another day so Happy Independence Day to me!