I was under the weather all weekend. It's not what I had planned; but my body must have needed the rest, because I feel fine now.

The new year is fast approaching. I've been thinking about my "yielding problem" and think that would be a good focus for this upcoming year. (Yes, I still make New Year's resolutions!)

"Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way! Thou art the Potter, I am the clay. Mould me and make me after Thy will. While I am waiting, yielded and still." That is a precious hymn.

Fridays are so energizing. I love my job, but knowing I have the weekend ahead of me, makes me very happy.

We are busy at work putting the final touches on the menu for the New Year's Eve and New Year's Day meals. I am all "planned out" by the time I get home and have to push myself to now plan a personal menu for my family. It's the ying and yang of life, trying to come out even in the end.

Work has brought an awareness I was missing. The "little things" I hardly noticed---the haven my home is, the haven my husband is, the haven of quietness---are what I'm thanking God for each day.

I'm gearing up to say good-bye to my youngest for a week. It's hard when I can't be a part of his departure because of work.

He has a wonderful opportunity to go to Baltimore with his girlfriend's family, and then to D.C. to see the historic sites with my sister. It's always a bittersweet moment when travel is concerned. I'm a worrier.

I am thankful for the peace God can put within my heart as I meditate on His Word and pray---"casting all your cares upon Him for He cares for you."

Well, today is a new start; not because it is Monday, but because it is the day after a holiday. Unfortunately, the house is still full of sugar.

The thought went through my mind that I could throw everything aside until January 2 and just have a "good time", OR, I could do what I know is right---the price is too high to pay for the former.

I know there will be days better than others, especially this time of year, but my focus must remain on returning to good health.

Merry Christmas! What wonderful meaning it is to say that as a Christian.

Though I will be at work all day, I have a joy that is all-sustaining no matter where I am. I thank God for sharing His joy with me.

This is a day of rejoicing; "for unto us a Child is born."

"...but let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth Me..." is the wonderful truth that was in my reading this morning.

This time of year our focus is on the birth of Christ. I love reading commentaries on this blessed event. All of this for us, "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son...", so we could live eternally with Him as He had planned from the beginning.

We have a God who cannot be measured. ("Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth!") We have a great God!

With list in hand, I'm ready to go to the grocery store. It's always exciting to plan holiday meals.

Though I will be working Christmas Day, the family will be coming to our house for dinner. They are all pulling together to have a Mexican-themed meal. I'm sure it will all be very satisfying! I will enjoy the festivities of Christmas Eve getting off work just in time (though being a little late) for our Christmas Eve service. What a blessing that always is.

I don't enter into all the hustle and bustle of "the season", but my heart enters into the birth of our wonderful Lord and Savior, the true Gift of Christmas.

I don't know why it has been so hard to get to my blog site in the mornings. It takes over a half hour, and that has stopped me from writing. I don't allow alot of time for writing before I have to leave for work.

I'm so glad it's Friday. It has been a long week with yesterday about killing me off. I don't cry at work, but I almost did that day. I just had too much piled on me with not enough time to get it done. I was really feeling sorry for myself.

Unfortunately, I comforted myself with food when I got home---two English muffins with peanut butter and honey. One step forward, two steps backwards is how the week ended.

December is flying by, and I don't sense any hustle and bustle that goes along with this time of year---probably because I haven't been shopping in months!

I enjoy not entering into festivities. The simple life seems to be the best fit for me, but I don't want to sequester myself and foolishly miss the blessings God has for me through people and events. The test is finding the balance in all things.

The good health I desire is not just physical, but emotional and spiritual as well. I thank God for the daily reminders He gives me.

My heart is full of thanks. I have been given a body fairly free from aches and pains, and am also blessed with restful sleep at night.

I don't want to abuse this gift but use it to motivate me to make better eating choices. I do fall down, (often it seems). God has put within me, though, a "get back up and get going" drive. I don't want to get stuck in yesterday.

I praise God that He doesn't leave me to figure this all out on my own.

Where did the weekend go? I do like Mondays, though. I've already prayed for a better week keeping sugar/flour out of my diet.

I don't know why that is so hard; there are so many other foods left to pick from. Is it rebellion? Is it addiction? Whatever it is, it is so powerful I fall prey to it without a struggle.

I know this: God has put His Holy Spirit within me. God has given me His Living Word. God has redeemed me through the precious blood of Christ. He has well-equipped me to do what is right.

Last night was the big Christmas party for the residents. I'm feeling new aches and pains from all the hard work!

I caved and had cheesecake last night. It was delicious, I enjoyed it, and now I'm moving on. It's not something I'm happy I did, but, as I said, "I enjoyed it and now I'm moving on."

I'm not planning on continuing down the sugar-path, (even though December is a hard month to declare abstinence). My destination is good health; that has to be taken seriously.

I am running about an hour behind. I overslept. How can the clock go from 5:45 to 7:00 in fifteen minutes?!

This is a busy week at work. The residents' Christmas party is Thursday, and we're all bustling to make it extra special. Unfortunately, our boss is sick; things don't always go as planned.

So, marching forward with a modified plan is sometimes the test of the day.

I think I'm feeling the whiplash from the weekend; I'm reeling with fatigue this morning.

Sometimes it (whatever is out of balance) works that way; it's not noticed right away but shows up eventually. I think that is why my doctor told me to get back into the habit of weighing myself everyday!

I haven't done that yet, weighing myself, but see why walking in obedience is beneficial in every area of life.

Thank goodness it's Monday---what a weekend! I unexpectantly got called into work Saturday to cook the evening meal (while I was preparing a funeral lunch at church!), so I feel good about putting a period behind last week.

As I study and learn more, I see clearly how my choices (my decisions) are based on heart issues. Why am I making the same mistakes over and over? God is using the workplace as one of His "word-pictures" to reveal areas I'm still walking in the flesh.

At times it seems impossible, but maybe that's what God wants to get through to me. It's always impossible in the flesh.

I overslept by 45 minutes; not a good thing. I'm trying not to feel anxious as that only compounds the problem.

I'm glad this is the end of the work week. I feel spent. I hope I have some energy left do housework when I get home; it's starting to get to me!

In all of this, I feel God's presence; that is what sustains me.

This has been a fast-paced week. I have struggled some but have my mind fixed on the goal.

I don't want my organs to become damaged before I jump into action. It all seems silly that I'm allowing something so unnecessary (sugar/flour) to have such a hold on me, that I'm putting my present/future health at risk.

Time is not on my side, but it's not too late yet (hopefully). God continues to draw me to Himself.

Sending our youngest out the door this morning is a happening I've been doing for over thirty years. The daunting realilzation is, this almost assuredly is my last year for that privilege.

Change is something God wants me to transition into with grace. I don't like change; the familiar feels secure to me. I often wonder what God's ultimate plan is for me, though. Each step, each decision, is moving me closer or farther away from it.

To miss the mark would be unspeakably sad, too sad to even ponder.

I found myself asking God this morning why this has to be so hard. "Why can't You just take away my love for food?"

Then I read......"suffering always precedes satisfaction;" that's how God chooses to work, even when it concerned His own Son. My whining ceased.

God never stops loving me, never stops encouraging me. Satisfaction awaits me.

I am embracing Monday----I'm that happy to have the weekend behind me! It was turmultuously filled with activity.

I am excited about this week at work. There is a flurry of activity (I was even called into work yesterday afternoon), and the mood is very upbeat. It's great to be a part of "the team."

I'm thankful God continues to open doors in my life. I don't want miss God's plan and bury "the talent."

Each day I feel better. We all tolerate food differently, and I need to accept the fact that many carbohydrates have to stay out of my diet for me to have optimum health.

There is no sense bemoaning that fact or trying to remain on that slippery slope for spurts of gratification. I don't know why I am continually amazed at the strength of my flesh. It's a pride issue.

I thank God for His Holy Spirit and for His holy Word; He is faithfully drawing me to Himself.

I can feel such a difference in my finger joints since I have been off sugar. They aren't so tight and stiff.

It is hard at work not to sample the finished product after I'm done baking the desserts for the day, though. I was really eating alot of sugar without realizing it. I would mostly eat the scrapings from the pan, but there are sometimes alot of them!

It's a good feeling when I scrape them into the garbage now. I feel I am being honest with my desire to reach my goal of obtaining good health.

The house is so quiet, with only the coffee pot making its usual sounds. I like mornings like this.

It is my favorite time of the day. I feel the most positive and have a complete desire to be all I can be. Something happens as the day wears on, though---fatigue. It has never been my friend.

With that in mind, I know (now) evenings are a vulnerable time for me. Sometimes the best place to be is bed.

I already feel better after one day of restricting my carbohydrate intake. Bad habits creep in slowly and soon the abnormal becomes normal.

It reminds me of the verse in Proverbs, "A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest" and soon I am overtaken by my own foolishness. I have a daily witness as to how strong the flesh is---myself.

I thank God for His love for me which keeps drawing me back to center where I can rest in His ways and not my own.

I had a good weekend with alot of time to think. Drastic boundaries need to be put back into my life, I believe.

My diabetes is not under control right now, and I can feel it. My doctor wants me to go back to walking and, of course, watch what I eat. This week I am going to really focus on "watching what I eat."

What price do I put on good health? I need to be a better steward.

It's always nice to be on the otherside of a holiday. The anticipation is wonderful but to live there very long is depleting.

I am so comfortable with routine and have to really nudge myself to broaden my life. I know God has much more of an expectation for me than being the underachiever that comes so naturally.

God loves obedience, and that is another area that needs work in my journey.

This is my fifty-eighth Thanksgiving. Of course, some of them I don't remember but imagine they were much like today's.

The house is already abustle with family. They all come early and hover around the kitchen chattering with excitement as they anticipate our very traditional dinner.

"Oh, give thanks unto the Lord for He is good." May this day be blessed, especially for our men and women fighting selflessly for our freedom.

"I don't want God's second best in anything I do," is something I read in my reading today.

If I were ever to have a Mission's Statement for my life, that would be it. I am far from it in many of the choices I am making, however. I am thankful, though, God has revealed yet another "clue" in the direction He wants my life to go.

Isn't God amazing---He is constantly nudging and leading us into His will and purpose.

I'm getting excited about tomorrow---my big work day for fixing the Thanksgiving dinner. I do it all the day before, then heat it up on Thursday.

There is something about this time of year that makes me naturally thankful. Maybe it is because when my dad farmed, this was harvest time when the fruit of all his labor was celebrated.

It's wonderful God created within us the ability to give thanks and express appreciation for all we have in Christ Jesus.

This is always an exciting week---the week of Thanksgiving. The turkey is already thawing in the refrigerator!

I only work three days this week with Wednesday and Thursday off. It will be a nice break. I hope to get alot accomplished in those two days, mainly getting caught up; but I really don't mind lagging behind. It keeps the household peaceful when fretting is removed.

This is an exciting week!

Life is a classroom. God continues to show me areas I am still willfull.

In His Word I am reading about the pride of the northern kingdom---and see myself there. In observing others doing it "their way"---I see myself as well. God is directing me toward godly living and showing me the areas my flesh is still stong.

I am thankful I daily see God repositioning me toward holiness.

I am limping, but I am going to continue on. Things are always hard at first.

In the area of food, my flesh is the strongest. It is going to be a big battle for me to reckon with, but no battle at all for Christ. Keeping my eyes on Him and not letting my wants take control, is my victory.

Though I know I don't have an easy day ahead of me, my heart is full of joy that God's Spirit is always with me as my Guide and my Helper.

Yesterday was transitional. (Does that sound like I'm justifying something?!)

My plan is to do better today and keep my focus on small portions. It is hard when everyday is a buffet at work. There are so many choices; and for someone who loves to eat, that is not good.

I know God has directed me, so who am I going to please? This is what I need to ask myself before I start putting food on my plate.

My thoughts are still on yesterday's blog. This will seem as a continuation, I'm sure.

I have always heard it takes three weeks to develop a new habit. I know God is prompting me to trust Him with small portions. Even though today is not Monday, the day I usually start over, there is an urgency I start now.

So on this day, the thirteenth, I will begin my three week journey....and will enjoy what I do eat.

I feel a direction from God, and I feel my flesh resisting it. I know it is the way to go, though.

I have watched my friend eat every day since I started working. When she goes through the line and "fills" her plate, she takes a dab of this and a dab of that. I asked her why she took such small portions. She smiled and said she loved to eat. "But," I persisted, "you don't eat alot." Still smiling, she said, " No, but I enjoy what I do eat."

Imagine that. Food can be enjoyed that way. God is revealing something very important.

The end of the week---what a beautiful proclamation!

My day at work (by looking at the menu) should be an easy one which makes me all the more excited. Our boss gave each of us new shirts to wear on Fridays, so I am all decked out in new finery.

I like the feeling of all these positives. God gives us glimpses of how it could always be---through Him.

This is a better morning than yesterday's. There is a calm that is back giving peace to my soul.

When I march to the drumbeat of the flesh, I have strife and peace trying to coexist---an impossibility. The two can never be merged without experiencing conflict.

With that reminder, God has brought me back to center. I can now continue to seek God's guidance in my need to lose weight.

There is so much spinning in my head today, areas I want to work on and finding the right way to do it. I went to bed with all this on mind; it's no wonder I woke up with it on my mind!

How can I best please God in my journey to good health? Is it by fasting a meal a day? I have been pondering that; what is the right way?

Today I will continue to ask God for guidance. There is an answer for me----"the battle is Mine, the victory is yours."

I'm in a hurry this morning----what's new!

I want to get to work an hour early to finish up on what I should have done yesterday. (I had an appointment right after work, so that dictated a prompt "quitting time.")

It's times like these that I wonder if it's even possible to slow this all down and find a balance that I know is pleasing to God. Lord, help me do what is right. Amen.

A dawning of a new week is always filled with a zeal-filled anticipation of having a more disciplined approach to my weight-loss program. I will never give up on that quest.

Good health is precious; but for some reason, I am careless with it. I know what is "killing" me, and I continue to give in to eating too much, especially in the sweet's realm.

I know the answer lies in Christ---"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." I have no excuse when I fail.

It's amazing how a day off work can calm the waters and restore tranquility. I was beginning to feel pretty ragged.

Going to bed early once in awhile is a great medicine, one that I need often. Sleep is God's gift to us.

It's wonderful to wake up the next day feeling great and ready to take on a new day!

I am spending my day off with great lethargy----and loving it! I hope that doesn't sound too slothful.

The clock has become my competition, and it's nice to have a day of "truce." Out of habit I find myself glancing at it often but know it doesn't have much meaning today.

Having liberty to find balance in life is a great gift; God's plan is perfect.

The weather, I think, will be taking a nose-dive. We have had such a wonderful fall. Now, to brace ourselves for what is to come!

We who live in the northeast have the pleasure of four seasons. Of course, some seasons are rated higher than others. Winter is a season most of us try to coast through, and always hope it is mild.

There is a remarkable beauty, though, in freshly fallen snow covering the aftermath of fall----something to look forward to.

Certain kinds of change are hard. We will be experiencing a family change this year.

Since my dad died in 1974, we have gone to my mom's to spend Halloween with her. For some reason we didn't want her to be alone that night, and it stuck all these years. She would put a big pot of chili on; and, one by one, we would all come for supper.

Sooner or later the torch always gets passed (or dropped), and that will be true for us this year. As we age (sadly), change is necessary.

I am starting this new week in a tired state---not a good way to begin a work-week.

I packed too much into the weekend, and now I am dragging. I slept an extra half-hour thinking that would solve my need for more sleep.

Another lesson learned---I'm not thirty anymore!

What a fast-moving week, but I'm thankful it's Friday. I feel I need to take a deep breath and regroup.

I love my life, but I feel it is in charge right now. Somehow I need to slow this all down and get a feeling of a better balance.

I like the chart that Super Nanny uses on her show to bring sanity back into the family-in-need. I wonder if that would work for me?

My head is in a flurry. I am in the process of changing the menu from adult guests to children/adult guests for Sunday night's supper.

It won't be that hard; it's just getting past the initial surprise. I need to regroup and stay focused on the important factor----my guests.

This is what makes life so interesting; our plans are always tentative.

Yesterday was a better day than the day before, but today needs to be better than yesterday---as far as my food choices go.

It has to register that what I eat determines how extreme my (Type 2) diabetes becomes. It is a very destructive disease but one that can be tamed.

My journey to good health has hit several bumps in the road, but life is that way; it is a classroom.

My eyes are opened a little wider today; I need to get very serious about my health.

My eating habits have become more and more relaxed to a point where one would think I had no diabetic problems. Well, I am a diabetic. I need to eat like one.

Even though my dessert at work today is Coconut Cream Pie, it won't be my dessert.

Today I see the doctor-----which means I get weighed.

Truth is not always easy to swallow; it's too overwhelming. I know I've lost inches as my clothes tell me that. I stay off the scale, though, because I have been so optimistic getting on it, only to see I am still where I was.

But I will step on the scale with my head held high (and my eyes closed tight) knowing I won't have to do this for another three months!

It's funny how a series of events, started by a casual comment, can change a lifestyle. I went from being a stay-at-home mom for thirty-five years to being an employed fulltime cook.

I took to it like a duck to water thinking I only wanted a taste of employment. I was almost immediately launched into a fulltime position and loving it.

Isn't that what our walk is like. Who can stay parttime with God!

I woke up with people to pray for on my mind. God is so faithful. He is always prompting and drawing us toward Him.

I look back at my thirty-six years of being a believer and am forever grateful. Where would I be today if I were still unsaved? I was headed toward destruction and would still be on that path. That is a frightening picture.

I thank God for Jesus Christ, my Lord and my Savior.

My son is burning the candle from both ends. He has a little over a semester left, and I see signs of burn out.

How do you instruct a twenty-one year old the importance of rest? Sometimes the simple solutions are the ones most rejected.....I see that in my own life.

Oh, for wisdom to let what we think is urgent be sifted out, and only the important remain.

My life has gotten a little more complicated; my boss wants me trained this week to learn a new position. I will admit I'm fearful.

If I don't like it, can I just go back to being what I was? I don't think so. I think I am entering a defining moment; we all have them. I need to push myself harder and open my mind up wider.

My Christian walk gives me the same challenges; I can't go back.

The house is back to quiet again. All our kids and grandkids were over for chili/chili dogs, French dip sandwiches, French fries, and salad.

It's been an enjoyable weekend, full of fellowship and relaxation. It's good to seek the balance in life: God/others, family/others, friends/others, work/others, relaxation/others.

I love learning how to keep my life simple.

As I look back over these last three months, I'm still amazed and in awe of the job God has given me. He has a plan in all of this, and I have had many opportunites to blow it.

I am rubbing shoulders with temperamental cooks; one has left, one is still in God's plan for me. When Jesus gave the "marching orders" to His newly chosen apostles, He said to be "as wise as serpents, and as harmless as doves."

I take that as my admonishment each time I enter my place in God's plan. It is easy to react; it is hard to give a soft answer.

Each day seems a little cooler; it's hard to believe we are in the second week of October.

We are switching to winter recipes at work. Partly, that means we will be using less fresh fruit. My boss asked me to go through my recipes for new salad ideas; I felt honored.

Tomorrow we will be serving lunch to a Sunday school class from my church, and I am making one of my salads; my debut of personal recipes!

Brrrr! It is cold this morning. Fall is definitely here. This is such a favorite time of year for so many who enjoy living where there are four seasons.

I love putting the away the summer clothes and getting out the long-sleeved garments. With my renewed interest in losing weight and the arrival of my favorite season, I walk with a lighter step.

All may not be perfect; but, all is well.

It feels like Monday, since I took yesterday off. It will be a good day, though, whatever day it is!

This is Birthday Night where I work, so I will be making a birthday cake for the evening celebration. My decorating skills are limited, but some decorating is required in order to have it bear the title "birthday cake."

This monthly event always brings more hustle and bustle in the kitchen. It is a day when all the cooks work extra hard to make this day very special for all those celebrating birthdays this month.

This has been a long week, though it has gone fast. It seemed long because each day had its trials.

The weekend is a good time to sort through "the good, the bad, and the ugly," so I'm not dragging a bunch of it into the next week. I have to ever be reminded, "It's not about me."

Knowing that makes it easier to continue on with a renewed spirit, always striving to be more like Christ.

Today I will be making Strawberry Shortcake for lunch. I love making that dessert pretty.

I have my sugar-topped biscuits already made so feel well on my way. I always make fresh strawberry "spears" to plunge into the mound of whipped topping that I pipe onto the top of strawberry-covered biscuit.

Of course, the fun part is when they are presented to the partakers; I almost get a standing ovation!

Have you ever thought you needed a haircut----right now? That's what hit me two nights ago while I sat at the computer.

I thought, "How hard can it be to cut a couple swaths off the back of my hair?" It was just a thought; but before I knew it, I was grabbing a pair of dull paper scissors and two inches of freshly cut hair was in my hand, at an angle.

I have a new appreciation for hair stylists; mine is going to have quite a time correcting this impulse (after she stops laughing!).

For days I have been looking at my son's girlfriend's white, cotton, box-pleat skirt (freshly washed and dryed) that she asked me to iron for her. Where do I start?!

My husband vounteered his help this morning; I think he thinks I'm a bit over-whemed! I am tempted to take it to the dry-cleaners and let them press crisp pleats back into the wrinkled skirt.

Life is full of these heart-warming adventures. I don't want to miss a single one of them!

I'm excited about starting a new week. The weekend was a blessing and has equipped me to enter Monday morning with a song in my heart.

Blessings all come in different packages. One of my blessings is my dear friend who has seen me through trials and hardships, who has prayed and cried and laughed with me, who has gone to Bible studies with me as we grew together in God's Word---- and now who has shared with me she doesn't have long to live.

To know God is in control keeps that song in our heart.

I'm listening to my son visit with his dad; how heartwarming! I look back over the years, and my heart wells up.

I feel so blessed. To still be involved in the lives of our four (locally planted) adult children is such a joy. My dear husband nevers tires of their cries for his help; in fact, counts it a privilege to come to their rescue.

I will take this warm feeling with me to work; I know it will be a good day!

As I continue to read in Ecclesiastes, Solomon searches to make sense of our existence. He, of course, is looking in all the wrong places.

We can make life so complicated. Jesus put it very simply, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind; and love your neighbor as yourself."

Daily renewing my mind helps cleanse me from all the "stuff" that creeps in, that tries to influence my walk. I press on.

I am reading in Ecclesiastes about all the emptiness in living that King Solomon experienced. He searched every area of life and still said, "all is vanity."

It is such a good reminder for me to take this moment and make it the best it can be. My tendency is to think "when this happens" or "when that happens" then won't life be great.

This is the moment given to me. May I use it to God's glory.

I'm thankful a new day has dawned. I was tripping all over myself yesterday, foodwise. I was balanced in the fact that for every good choice I made, a bad one followed.

This morning I am reaping the consequences----a stomachache. Sugar is something that has ill-affects on my system; why do I continue? (Having sweets in the house is not a good thing!)

With God, I move forward and thank Him for another new page.

The weekend could have been better----too much chocolate. The flesh is weak around sugar, that's for sure.

I am going to continue with the same formula this week, though. I need to keep going back to center.

I thank God He continues to renew and refresh me, allowing me to never give up.

Friday took forever getting here, but finally the weekend is in view. We've had alot of extra activities going on at work, and we're all tired.

I like looking back at a week like this one, though. I challenged myself with some simple goals---goals to enable me to stay true to my journey---and I feel a sense of accomplishment (though not perfection).

I'm ready for the weekend. Sunday I will be making Rice Pilaf for 200 as we have an informal dinner welcoming our new youth pastor and his dear family. We are blessed. Have a great weekend!

"It's always right to do right," is the quote our pastor challenges us with from time to time. I love to let it ring in my ears.

There are times in each of our lives when we need some help with difficult issues and need a quote like that to fall back on. How easy it is to forge ahead in our own understanding.

I thank God for such a godly pastor who encourages us to rise up to a higher plane in our Christian walk. Oh, to be like Him.

My eating program seems to be going well. (I'm not needing to pop Tums anyway!)

I try to eat sensibly, but still stay realistic. I know that last clause can be stretched to become a loophole, but I'm trying to be honest with myself. Besides, who am I hurting when I "cheat?"------exactly!

My goal is to get healthy; and in doing so, I will lose weight. Sounds like a win/win to me!

Our big walk-in freezer is on the blink again at work, and yesterday I made 100 ice cream balls for the "ala mode" part of today's Apple Crisp dessert. I hope they are still frozen!

Sometimes life is one step forward, two steps back. The purpose is there, with a plan in mind, to draw us closer to Him.

So, as I enter the work place and peek into the freezer, I still hope I see 100 (frozen) ice cream balls. But, if I don't, what seems to be two steps back is God's plan for me today.

It's Monday once again, meaning it is okay to recommit to eating a more productive way to insure weight loss.

My hope (once again) is to stop eating after 6:00 p.m. and to eat no sugar. I know I have tried that a few blogs before, but I have to keep trying. I know that is the answer for me.

My enthusiasm is always notched up a few degrees on Mondays. It's a nice "starting-over" day.

My morning is already interesting. I've been watching a skunk wander around the backyard, in a dazed sort of a way. Finally, it headed into the soybean field and vanished.

Thank goodness! I was so worried our fifteen year old dog would pick up its scent and go after it. You know what would have happened then!

This was a perfect way to start my Friday----a little drama with a good ending! Have a great weekend.

I'm looking forward to the weekend. Work has been a grind this week, and I'm ready for a break. It's amazing how people can affect one's day.

It is a good reminder to me as a wife and a mother (and a grandmother) what role I have in affecting my family's days. I don't want them to dread the time they have spent with me by being unreasonable in any way. I sometimes see myself in what a repel at work.

I hope I learn from all these experiences God puts before me. Life is a classroom.

"Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!" is what God put on my heart this morning after reading His Word.

I have been grappling with a personal issue, and that was a freeing moment. God reminded me "the battle was His....the victory is mine."

The decision was made as I sang the rest of the hymn. "Thou art the Potter, I am the clay......while I am waiting, yielded and still."

Fall is in the air. I always look forward to saying good-bye to the hot, humid days of summer.

My plan was, however, to have my fall clothes fit considerably better this year than last. They will somewhat, but I won't be wearing some of the new ones that I had hoped to don.

I won't give up, though. There is still time. My journey to good health continues.

A new work-week is beginning, and I feel sluggish---too much sugar yesterday. Both girls brought desserts to accompany our lunch----and I overdid.

It is better if I just left it (sugar) alone all the time. I feel lethargic and out-of-sorts when I indulge. For me it always seems to be "hindsight."

So, with that, I pick myself up (again!) and continue on.

I enjoy my breakfasts. They are nothing grand and exciting, just two eggs over-easy, over a slice of buttered whole wheat bread. Of course, I also have my large cup of coffee heavy with cream and sugar (whole milk and Splenda).

I never tire of it. That surprises me; I tire of other repetitive foods. It might have something to do with starting the day with protein. I've read that the egg is the perfect food, having everything one needs. Hmm.

I wonder if that is why eggs are predominately a breakfast item----starting the day off with all one needs. God never ceases to amaze me.

Going into work after two days off is wonderful-----and it's Friday! The weekend is fairly clear with only a couple commitments, and life is good.

My two girls came out and cleaned my house----bless them----so I won't have to do the usual clean, scrub, vacuum, dust routine. That is such a treat. They can do in an hour what would take me all day.

I think they are amazed that their mom entered the work field at such an old age and are trying to ease my load----"my cup runneth over."

Last night was one of those nights you look back at and smile. We had a wonderful time breaking bread with friends.

They are the kind of friends who don't care if you forgot to straighten your bedraggled hair and change your well-seasoned blouse----or if you inadvertently make regular coffee when it was unanimously decided we drink decaf (then manage to have the coffee overflow onto the counter and floor!) to enjoy the wonderful dessert my friend brought.

Friends are a gift; thank you, Lord, for Nancy and Mark.

I have been wanting to update my blog picture. My e-mail skills are the only thing keeping me from being computer-illiterate, so I'm always at the mercy of my kids for help.

Since I only have adult kids, with a very busy life of their own, this may not happen for a couple more years! That is my plan, though. I will keep my request before them.

I have one toe in the water as far as computer-saavy goes. For me, that is enough.

Today I was handed lemons, so I made lemonade. That is how my day at work began. I am always a little nervous when I have to make a new recipe, especially when most of the key ingredients did not get ordered!

I quickly accessed a direction I could go (since this was to be eaten at the noon meal!) and still keep the dessert similar to what it was supposed to be. As I frantically worked with great stealth, I kept assuring myself everything was going to work out.

Somehow....someway....everyone loved the dessert! I marvel at God's goodness.

Work today was interesting. Because it is a holiday, we all made two and half times what we usually make (not bad!); but I've never heard such grumbling before from my co-workers.

What would have it taken to make them thankful? We were sitting around the lunch table, eating our free lunch (provided daily), and one by one they began to whine.

That was a good reminder for me. The next time I begin to whine, I'm going to remember today. What DOES it take to make me thankful?

Work mornings are always rushed. I feel pressure all day until I get home at night. There is something about time-pressure; it is like a labor pain that doesn't quit.

That is still my nemesis at work, the clock. I feel I'm an efficient worker, but you would never know it. I am always a project behind. My boss is a great encourager; I praise her for that.

Today is my big day; I make salads for the whole weekend. It is a fair exchange for never having to work them, though. Have a great Labor Day weekend.

My weight is still tenaciously holding its own. Though inches have dropped off, my weight is too high for journeying so long. I need to stick to a couple commitments---no eating after 6 p.m. and no sugar (for now).

I like to keep my life manageable; I don't respond well to drasticness, (not for the long haul anyway). Isn't life about balance, about good judgment? We each are required to find it.

I am thankful for good health and want to be a good steward. It's a process, a daily renewal.

We all have them----that occasional "where's the crying towel" day. That was my day today.

I had no idea God would have two e-mails waiting for me----one funny and one spiritual----to get me back on track. Both were a great source of refreshment. I laughed and I cried; what a release!

Of course, I grew today. But isn't that what we do in the valleys? Thank you, Lord.

The weekend is here, and I'm off and running. I have so much to accomplish today, plus I promised my neglected husband I would make pizza for him tonight!

I am finding out what many women have done for years----how to diligently fit a week's worth of work into a Saturday. Along with my work, I have a funeral lunch to plan. I don't want to give my ministry up, so the preparation will be fitted into the day----of course, with the help of my dear husband.

Isn't life wonderful. We are all busy accomplishing, each in an assigned area. I appreciate our uniqueness.

Work was interesting today. I had a glimpse of my former life, my life thirty-seven years ago. Two of my co-workers were talking trash about everyone and everything.

I had to stop working for a moment to whisper a prayer of thanks to my Heavenly Father for saving me from that world. I rarely think of my former life, but God wanted me to remember today.

My co-workers are precious to the Lord Jesus Christ, and they are to be precious to me.

I had one of those dreaded nights-----couldn't get to sleep. The harder I tried, the more wound up I became. I saw 2:30, then it was 5:17. I got a little sleep.

I am ready to start a three-day work run; I don't think I will have trouble falling asleep tonight. I pray for awhile when I have a sleepless night----then my mind goes to other things. I think that is why I stay awake; my mind gets activated.

It would be a good thing to work at focusing on prayer until falling alseep. "All things are possible....." I journey on.

Well, it finally happened-----I fell at work. I have been slipping and sliding almost everyday, and yesterday I went down. The floors get so slick from drops of this and that, and I knew one of these times my "luck" would run out.

It was so beautiful the way it happened, though. God was with me. It was like I had an angel at each elbow allowing me to simply slide with one knee on the floor. I didn't hit with any impact at all. I felt like a professional ice skater finishing her performance with a slide on one knee!

I am always at awe the many ways God shows His love for me.

It seems we are already into September. I have to stop and think what day it is anymore. Plans have to be made so far ahead, the current month is already in the past. I think that's part of hurry, hurry, hurry of today.

I resist it but find myself doing it, too. We have lost something precious-----today. I find myself saying, too often, I don't have time; time to be a good neighbor, time to be a good friend, time to be a good daughter.

Reflecting on a simpler time always makes me smile.

My husband is adjusting to our new lifestyle.

Since I started working and am cooking less, he announced how pleased he is with his new cooking skills---as he carried a package of hotdogs to the grill. It made me smile as he proudly proclaimed his culinary beginnings.

Isn't it great we can still become.

I continue to run behind at work; I don't know if I will ever find the flow. It is surprising how much I enjoy my job, though, despite my feelings of inadequacies.

Home has become a greater haven since I started working; I find myself isolating. I hope it is only because it is taking so much energy at work. I need to stay focused on my program for all-around good health.

I'm thankful for our twenty-four day; it is just the right amount of time to fill a page in one's life.

I'm a people-watcher. It fascinates me how diverse we are, all wound a little differently. (I see that at work with my fellow cooks.) We all have funny little quirks.

Strangely enough, though, we are also very similar. I love that about God; He knows the perfect balance. We are unique enough to be who we are, yet alike enough to have understanding.

God says, "We are fearfully and wonderfully made." What potential He has given us.

The day started with a phone call; did I know any "Allen" relatives? What a surprise! My mother-in-law always told me she had very few relatives, a couple cousins (and her brother and sister). How she would have loved to have gotten this call.

As my husband took the phone, it was heartwarming to watch his face light up as he talked to his distant cousin. They had no common ground, neither one knew the other one's family members, but there was an obvious connection.

Life is full of these priceless moments. What wonderful gifts each day bestows!

It's nice to look back on a wonderful weekend. I am rested and ready for a new week. I work today then am off for two days, then work for two days---how easy is that!

I am already thinking of fall (and not because it has been so cool!) and am sorting through clothes. It is amazing to see the progress I've made since last fall. Alot of my clothes are so much too big, I look ridiculous in them. That's a new one; usually it is the other way around!

So, I've decided to go through my whole closet and get radical. I don't know if that's a mistake, but that's the plan for the next two days. It's time to take a stand.

I had another great day at work. Our busyness seems to energize me--- but I am glad to be home for two days.

A neighbor of ours dropped off some wonderful produce from her garden today. She wrote a nice note telling me I had all the ingredients I need to make salsa. How thoughtful of her. There couldn't be a nicer gift than one from someone's garden.

It's the little things in life that mean so much. A wave from a neighbor, a kind word, a warm smile---"live a life of love just as Christ loved us." Have a great weekend.

Yesterday was a day of encouragement----we need those once in awhile. Someone very close to me (my little brother!) asked if I was losing weight. (Hello!) For him to notice brightened my day.

It's amazing, though, how far that little comment took me. Kind words are a medicine to the soul. I sailed through yesterday----and am still sailing this morning. I need to encourage someone today, to help make their day a little brighter. How does that phrase go, "Pass it on."?

It's easy for me to wrap myself up in my own life (and family), forgetting those around me. It is good to be reminded "it's not about me" but about the Lord Jesus Christ and His love for the whole world. Give a word of encouragement today.

A renowned author has asked, "What would you attempt if you knew you would not fail?" I have been pondering that question for weeks.

We are programmed with fear so early in our lives----and it has influenced our tomorrows. Of course, there is both healthy and unhealthy fear; but I am looking at the unhealthy fear. We are given so many opportunities to better ourselves; but, for different reasons, we take a pass. Why is that?

Twenty-five years ago my doctor told me I would be diabetic if I didn't get my extra weight off. His prediction came to pass about five years ago. What kept me from losing the weight, from grabbing the opportunity that assured good health? I am thankful for second chances, for the author's thought-provoking quote.

I am enjoying smaller portions again. Since I started working, I don't feel like overeating. If that is the formula to losing weight, I should have started working twenty years ago!

It is a good feeling---physically, mentally and spiritually---to live within the boundaries of good health. I can almost feel my heart beating stronger and hear the praise of my digestive system as it has been given a needed rest.

There are so many facets to good health, but my focus has always been on weight. I want to keep an open mind to the other areas, too, that will enhance my overall goal. I journey on with that in mind.

What a great weekend! After working four straight days, it was wonderful to have a couple days at home.

Sunday was great; it is my favorite day of the week. We are blessed with a loving church family and pastoral staff. What a joy it is to spend the Lord's Day with them!

My leg/knee/ankle pain is almost gone! I don't understand it, but I'm praising God for it! I guess the hard work as salad/dessert girl is agreeing with me. I do alot of fast walking and heavy lifting at work; I've never felt better! I come home ready to fall into bed but feel great the next day. I am thankful for that.

I'm lagging behind with my "duties" and hope it will only be temporary. I do feel stronger, though. Hard work can be a good thing!

I am not focusing on food, though I work with it now eight hours a day at my new job! What I mean is, I am not thinking of eating. For one thing, I'm too tired.

I don't know how this is all going to play out, but I do know there is fulfillment in looking back at a productive day.

I started a job and missed writing yesterday and walking today. I hope taking this new job is not going to diminish my quality of life.

Usually priorities shift when major changes are made in one's daily routine. Two things I don't want to change seemed to have already---writing and walking.

How do I fit it all in? I need to make sure I'm doing the right thing (for me).

In looking back over my week, I see a big pitfall that I don't want to bring into this week. Sugar has been a big setback for me. It starts out innocently enough, just a taste. How does it go, though, from "a taste" to eating a second helping so quickly?

I really do want to get healthy, especially in the diabetes area; but why am I eating so carelessly? What I want and what I am doing are incompatible; it takes such focus to stay on top of it all.

What are my goals for this week? Do not take "a taste" unless I am sure I want seconds and continue on with my journey to good health.

I fell into bed at 9:30 last night. I was every kind of tired---emotionally, physically, mentally. It takes energy to fight natural urges all day, but the day ended and a new day has begun.

I will begin where I left off yesterday in the basement. I have new recruits coming in to help; hopefully that will give me a fresh look on the overwhelmingly bleak situation. Right now the basement looks worse than it did yesterday. I'm just taking a day at a time working until my body says, "Stop!"

Thank goodness God only put twenty-four hours in a day!

Well, I have my work clothes on (the same clothes I walked in---tank top and shorts) and am ready to tackle the basement. I think I scared my husband when I told him my plan as he was speechless. I don't know if it was because he couldn't believe I was actually going to go down the basement.......or, if he is afraid I might throw something away that is "valuable"! (It's probably both!)

Regardless, I am ready to be proactive in finding a solution to my preoccupation with food. I know my "hunger" begins in my mind, not in my stomach, however...."the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." I have to stop eating out of desire and let my body experience true hunger.

God's ways are simplistic. Why do I make it so complicated?

I love recipes and am forever looking for the perfect.............you name it, I'm looking for it.

Even though recipes are something I enjoy, I think there are better things for me to do on this journey to good health. For instance, last night I found the perfect Chiffon Cake and the perfect Sponge Cake. (Of course, now I want to make them to verify my find!) This is not good, (and I don't even know if it is normal).

I have many basement projects I have been putting off since we moved in-----cleaning, sorting, reorganizing, pitching, etc. I think that is the direction I will be putting my efforts. It will certainly keep my thoughts off of food!

I had an interesting visit with the occupational doctor who checked me over for my new job. He was such a genuine person. It would be a good thing to have all doctors so real.

He was sympathetic with my weight problem as he, too, battles weight. He is from a family of heavy people and works so hard to keep himself at just fifty pounds overweight. (I thought he looked fine, but I'm sure he is going by the scale.)

There is not a good future for diabetics; he zeroed in on that area of my health problems. If I ever feel like quitting my exercise program, may his words ever ring in my ears.

My brother asked me an interesting question this weekend, "How long have you been dieting, Linda?" It seemed to come out of the blue, so I hesitated. He continued, "Has it been twenty years?" I then had to admit it had been more like thirty-five years. He gave me the old Dr. Phil comeback, "How's it been working for you?" Of course, that question needed no answer.

How has it been working for me? That has been ringing in my ears for two days. It's obvious I struggle in that area. He thinks I need to let go of the food-focus and throw my scale away! He says food is not the problem; my focus is the problem.

I have alot to think about. How do I change my focus?

I went through yesterday thinking it was Friday, and no one corrected me when I kept referring to the next day as Saturday. It wasn't until I said to my husband, "This sure doesn't feel life Friday" that I realized it wasn't! Have you ever had days like that?

This does feel like Friday, and I'm glad it is. I always look forward to the weekend. It seems people are more available then, myself included. I feel too often I get caught up in "my world" during the week, missing opportunities to reach out to others. (I battle the great trap of isolationism and fight the urge to give into it.)

It is wonderful to look back on the week and see accomplishments. Not just personal ones, but accomplishments that will count for eternity. I don't want to miss the mark.

Days that I can call my own are few, but this might be one of them. It's nice to do things that are not required once in awhile, (though I do find routine is what works best for me).

I like getting up with the birds; the neighborhood sleeps while I walk in semi-darkness. It is a time that I pray and give praise all at once enjoying the new day before it has dawned.

What is there about experiencing something before its time? Nothing is too daunting, a clean slate awaits as a new day begins. What will I fill my slate with today?

I walked in a light rain this morning. (I almost went back to bed!) I'm glad I pushed myself---my heart didn't care that it was raining!

Today is a better day, because yesterday was a better day. It's funny how one influences the other. Today's successes are tomorrow's rewards---that is something I need to remember when I feel like overeating.

My focus too easily gets off of the big picture. Sometimes I wonder if I'm afraid of succeeding. Why do I do what I know is harming me?

What a beautiful, well-needed rain we had last night. It began lightning again when I walked this morning, so I cut it short. The birds stopped singing, so I stopped walking! I felt they knew alot more about God's pattern of creation than I did.

I don't feel I'm back in the heartfelt groove of my healthy eating plan yet. It is always difficult for me to get back on track when I once deviate. I do well until my second, and last, meal. I might be letting myself get too hungry before I eat. I will do some experimenting.

Freedom is a wonderful thing. It is the essence of my journey to good health.

My days might be more challenging as I begin a job making salads and desserts for a local retirement center. My focus will have to stay on my journey to good health, not letting my guard down for a minute. (I love desserts!) It is only parttime so shouldn't be too all-consuming.

My walk this morning went better than usual with little pain in my knee. I am encouraged. I still iced the area and hope I can stay ahead of the problem. For some reason, there always seems to be an obstacle to overcome when I try to embrace an exercise program. I'm sure part of it is my body resisting this new way of life!

I look forward to each new day; my cup runneth over.

Boy, did I blow it yesterday. I started out with my small serving but, unfortunately, ended up eating another. Having seconds is absolutely outlawed! I felt terrible the rest of the day; it wasn't worth it. Hopefully, a lesson well learned!

My walk on this cool early morning was so pleasant; not a soul in sight, only the singing and chirping of birds. I cleared my head and got ready for a new day! I like that about God's twenty-four hour plan, always allowing for a new beginning. I learned that second portion was not nearly as good as the first one.

I have a big decision to make this weekend and will be in extra prayer about it. My focus will not be on food, but on doing what is best.

I am icing my knees; my walk was harder on them today for some reason. My meniscus is torn and will hopefully heal on its own. I think having extra pounds for so long has caused damage to my overall body.

I see these dear elderly souls, who are practically confined to a sitting position, when I deliver Ensure, Boost, etc., to them. I know that is what my body will be like if I don't take my weight off and get healthy. Little by little my body is starting to break down from the years of abuse; but the wonderful thing is, it is not too late! For that I sing a constant praise to God.

My next venture is yoga. My girls love their class and have been encouraging me to join them. I know my body needs the stretching and utilization it typically does not get on an everyday basis. Life is a precious gift; I want to do my part.

Today has been so enjoyable, alot of hustle and bustle in the kitchen. It smells like Thanksgiving! I haven't done much cooking since starting my healthful eating program, for fear I would eat too much, so getting back into the swing of things has been "a good thing."

I am often adding something new to my routine to broaden my interests. (I think it will keep me out of the rut of overeating.) It's amazing how much extra time I seem to have; it's like my day has been extended, along with my energy. My husband and kids are in awe at the new things I am trying. (I am too!)

"From heaven the Lord looks down and sees all mankind; from His dwelling place He watches all who live on earth---He who forms the hearts of all, Who considers everything they do."

My "triple threat" has been reduced to a "double threat", so that's progress. The doctor was pleased with my blood work and weight, but wants to see continual progress every three months. I need the pressure.

I looked into a job today---I don't know if that would help or hinder my weight-loss journey. It seems to take me all day to get all my "i's" dotted and "t's" crossed. My interview is Friday; I'm a little nervous that I'm getting in over my head. I have decided on a number for an hourly wage; if it is under that number, I'm not taking the job. I won't work Sundays, either, so that might be the deal-breaker. I'm at peace either way.

My portion sizes are my biggest struggle right now, but I love everything else about my new eating program. I can see why the success rate is so high in keeping the weight off. There is something to be said about simplicity.

This is another day I chose not to weigh myself.

What is it about scales that has so much power over us? I've even broken doctor's appointments because of the dreaded words, "Step on the scale." I know I'm doing many things right but still think the scale is the final authority. It has become too powerful, so I am going to give some space between it and me.

I want to stay positive, though knowing this is not a quick-fix program. Of course, I would love it if I could lose ten pounds a week and have the scale become my new best friend; but reality says......

Thanks goodness it's Monday. (That's a new one!) I'm glad to be at the beginning of the week and back on solid ground. "Joy cometh in the morning....."

The reunion went well in some ways and was disappointing in others. I didn't want to address the backyard food table, so I stayed inside most of the time only putting two items on my plate, (although I had several appetizers earlier). Because of this, I missed many opportunites to visit with my relatives who sat outside. I was so afraid I would start overeating and hitting the dessert table that I isolated myself. (I had heard there was fresh Lemon Meringue Pie, for one thing!)

So, I feel I did the best I could with such a big event thrown at me so early in my new weight-loss program. I did eat more than I would have if I had been home, so I'm thankful to be back in my safe routine. There will always be some kind of celebration to deal with; and, hopefully, I will do even better the next time. This journey through life is a process. "As for God, His way is perfect....."

I have my first doctor's appointment (on Wednesday) since I started My Journey To Good Health. I had blood work done last week for this appointment and am excited to see the results. I was eating wrong, not exercising, and heavier when I had earlier blood work done and was put on the "triple-threat list"-----blood pressure, cholesterol, and blood sugar were all too high, (not to mention my weight!). I hope getting up at 5:30 every morning and walking two miles is paying off. How can it not?

Well, this is where the rubber meets the road---a family reunion. This is where I will have to put my money where my mouth is, where the proof is in the pudding, where the wheat is separated from the chaff.

It will be a three-day eating frenzy where everyone is bringing their best dish, (or dishes!). I was always in there refilling my plate with the best of them. But now, a new day has dawned in my life----or has it? This is the test of all tests.

Thank goodness for my cousin who introduced me to this new lifesyle; she will be there as well. She told me we could be a support for each other, so we are going into this scary situation with a plan; a plan on passing the test!

The weekend was a little hard, but I feel good about my choices. I haven't lost any weight since Friday's weigh-in but know rapid weight-loss isn't the answer. I need time to adjust to this new way of eating, and so does my body.

There is a euphoric peace that is propelling me through the day, even in my hunger, as I stay within the eating program's boundaries. My body, both mentally and physically, is responding to the rest I'm giving it from randomly dining on too much food. I have caused damage by overeating, but I can now cause a healing to begin as I reverse the old direction of my life.

I look forward to my continued journey to good health. Each new day my body will thank me for my good stewardship.

This has been quite a week--the kind I enjoy looking back at. It is a good feeling to do what you know is right. I have been on this new eating program for four days; Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. This morning, Friday, I reached my ten-pound goal. Yahoo!!!!!!!

My journey to good health will continue, and my weight-loss counter will turn back to zero. I will start over counting to ten as my jounrney takes me closer to my desired weight.

I am thankful for this good start God has blessed me with. My focus remains on Jesus Christ through all of this. As one of my favorite books so aptly states, "It's not about me."

I can't believe this is Thursday already. I have been on this new eating program for three days and am beginning the fourth day with two more pounds off. I have three pounds to go; my heart is singing.

I am so thankful my cousin shared this new way of eating with me. God's timing is amazing. I started walking again a month ago and was searching for the right "diet" that I could embrace as a lifestyle. Sunday night everything fell into place.

There is something about doing both together that makes each one easier. I don't dread my daily walks, nor do I dread my small portions. I know my batting average isn't good in this area; I've been on a perpetual "diet" most of my adult life. So far, and that's all I have, it is a good fit.

This is a new day. Isn't it wonderful to be able to say that. I had a bump in the road yesterday--you know, the ups and downs of life--and it sent me whirling for awhile with a feeling of "not this again." But a new day dawned, and I praise God for that.

With this new freedom from thinking about my weight loss, I have an energized focus that helps me move through the day without the feeling of being overwhelmed. That is a gift; money can't buy it. For those of you who have been there, you know what I'm talking about. It's a "get out of jail free" card.

My walk this morning was with a full orchestra. Every bird was singing its part, every bird was right on key. They were praising their Creator, and they led me to do likewise. "Be exalted, O God, above the heavens; let Your glory be over all the earth."

My weight loss today was a blessing--one pound. God has brought me halfway to my goal in two days. Who else could do that? I so enjoy food. When I plan what I am going to eat, the sky is the limit (except for the three week restriction on dairy and sugar). I am careful with my portion size and take the time to savor each small bite on my daily journey to good health.

"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it" was the verse that sang from my heart this morning while I walked. There is nothing like getting your house in order that gives a renewed zest to life.

My first day on this new eating program was empowering; the tail was not wagging the dog. There is freedom in boundaries. I felt successful as I stepped into new territory ready to learn a better way to live. I like the simplicity of this program, allowing me to eat many of the taboo foods I thought could only be enjoyed while "cheating."

Well, this morning was the test. How well did I do? I gingerly stepped onto the scale and found that I have lost four pounds. I would have been happy with two--what a bonus! This tells me ten pounds is possible. It will be wonderful to finally be able to say I've reached my goal.

My Journey to Good Health

This is a new day for me, a new beginning. Yeah, I know I've said that before, but this time I'm seeing something for the first time---ten pounds. Before, when I've lost ten pounds, it was the beginning of my new diet. Now, it is the end. There is something powerful in saying something is completed.

I've been trying to lose 100 pounds for twenty years, but always falling short of about seventy of them. As I'm getting older, (by now I'm 58), my health has started to decline. I'm now classified as a Type 2 diabetic, my blood pressure is still high, my cholesterol needs work, and my joints are now aching most of the time. I'm going to my primary care physican every three months to have all the pills I'm taking checked through blood work to see if my liver and kidneys are being damaged, and to see if I'm losing any weight.

This is not how I imagined my life; I'm not old enough to have all this wrong with me. What will my quality of life be when I'm seventy? Will I even live that long? As I've pondered all of this for the last several months, God has put on my heart the idea of just losing ten pounds.

That is where I am today; starting my journey to lose ten pounds. I found an eating program that I think makes sense, and one that will make me come to terms with my constant preoccupation of food thoughts.

I don't know if anyone else has these struggles, but I don't think I'm that unique. If I have had years of food struggles, maybe there are others who can identify with these same battles. I finally see hope in my need to lose weight.