05/19/12 Losing Weight, Books, Elderly “Senior Prom”


Life moves faster than I can, some weeks. This has been one of those times. I saw my son off to his class trip yesterday morning, getting up at 4:30 a.m. to get to the chartered bus on time. My internal clock still hasn’t adjusted to that! Lots of coffee and I’ll eventually be fine. ūüôā Here I am with ten days to be “just Sue”. All of you are only getting my attention this morning, as¬†I plan on taking a break from a lot of my internet business for the next week or so, in favor of real life: reading a real book with paper pages: Elizabeth George’s newest Inspector Lynley novel “Believing The Lie”. This book has 608 pages. If Ms. George wasn’t one of my favorite authors, I wouldn’t be reading this. Time is a rare commodity for me at the moment.

I went to a festive¬†gathering for Little Brothers volunteers last night. We sat outside on the patio overloking the city. May I tell you, I was in Anglophile and book lovers heaven, sitting next to Cathy One and Cathy Two, discussing books, British royalty and their weddings, British movies, television series, etc….. I finally understand how Nascar fans feel when they sit¬†and talk endlessly of those men who only make left handed turns while driving. The fine wine made and brought by one of Little Brothers own volunteers added to the cheery feeling. ūüôā

My book club has chosen “Fifty Shades of Grey” for this month’s reading. I knew nothing about this book and looked it up on Amazon to read the reviews. What a completely mixed bag of opposite spectrum opinions and critiques are offered. It appears this is a book one either loves or hates. Anyone reading this read the book yet? What are your thoughts? I have it on request from the library, hopefully it’ll be back in stock before our next meeting June 26th.

Did I write about a prayer session at church I took part in on April 10th? The type of prayer is called SOZO. My session lasted three hours and was truly life changing for me. A lot of my buried garbage was unearthed, dealt with, and I’m now experiencing the loveliest freedom from things that have hounded me for decades, in some cases, my whole life.

One of the most noticeable is my food habits and preferences. I’ve lost the taste for sugar, soda pop, most junk carbs, etc. If I’m having a bad day emotionally, now I look the emotions in the eye, instead of eating my way through it. For a lifelong emotional eater, that’s too tripped out to even fathom.¬†The excess weight is coming off. I wouldn’t have believed this possible if it wasn’t happening to me.

I can’t take credit for it. My gratitude is entirely to God and the Holy Spirit seemingly doing a great deal of internal housecleaning on this girl. Thank you God. I can’t describe how surreal the freedom feels.

My pedometer has been attached to the waistband of my pants forty five days straight. I do think wearing one encourges me to move. Logging the steps on my phone calendar every night has become a ritual. I raise the bar on how many steps are my minimum goal periodically. In the beginning, I walked 1,000 steps a day. The current minimum is 3,000 steps daily and usually 4,500 to 6,000 is the accomplished range now.

www.myfitnesspal.com is one of my favorite sites now. I’ve made friends with a lady there and we’re meeting up tomorrow to walk through Eden Park. I’ve enlisted my Facebook friends to walk at Veteran’s Park and I hope to visit Fernbank Park soon.

My breathing eases up a little bit more all the time. I still sweat like a pig at a pig roast, but really, I’ve done that my whole life. My poor mom, she was one of those creatures who didn’t sweat and couldn’t take the heat so well. I’ll take sweating. That’s why God made showers and deodorant. ūüôā

One last fond memory of the past week. On Friday, May 11th, I drove three elderly friends to Little Brothers Friends of the Elderly “Senior Prom”. It was a blast!¬† These folks definitely know how to enjoy a lovely evening. Two of the volunteers shown, Colleen and George, are part of a wonderful team from Macy’s that helps the prom in various and tremendous ways. I can only tell you that I¬†kidded with¬†Betty and George, thinking they were old friends, only to find out they had just met that evening. George was exceptionally gracious and treated our guests like elegant princesses at the ball. It was¬† truly a beautiful night!

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11/29/11 Thanksgiving, Christmas Memories


How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (TV special)

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Hello everyone. My last post touched on some of my favorite things about the holidays.

I’ve thought of more things to add to that list. Definitely “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” cartoon version only, please.¬†Jim Carey did a nice enough job with the film, but it can’t match the charm of the original, for me. We watched “Shrek The Halls” last night and enjoyed that a lot. I love Donkey!¬†¬†

If I were to think about food that makes my holiday season special, that would be easy. HoneyBaked¬†Ham. Jingles cookies. Home made Buckeyes. I’ve had a variety of store-bought Buckeyes. Not even close. Jingles. I realize that I might be the only person on earth who has such a rosy fondness for Keebler Jingles, but I just love them! When I was a kid, we could get them at Charlie and Hilda’s store down the street from our house. I loved them then, and still do. Maybe they remind me of childhood, I don’t know.

It’s funny how you can write a sentence or two about your childhood and that little door opens wide, bringing in all kind of memories. Christmas Eve, waiting in the kitchen with the door to the next room closed, while Santa delivered gifts. Neighbors stopping in to visit. This is the old days in a small neighborhood in Northside, where it seemed everyone knew everyone. I loved Christmas Eve back then. I can’t remember much about the presents I got. Oh, I remember when my brother Jon got the jump rope off of the box of tooth paste and wrapped it up for me! It’s the thought that counts. ūüôā Or the time we gave my mom some gosh awful smelly “perfume” from the corner drugstore. That stuff probably REEKED in reality, but we were very proud of ourselves, saving up enough to buy it for her.¬†

¬†Thanksgiving weekend went pretty peacefully. I ate too many junk carbs which left me feeling like a lead balloon come Monday morning. Frisch’s still wins for best pumpkin pie. Oh…. someone accidentally put the frozen pumpkin pie I bought¬†in the refrigerator instead of the freezer. When I opened it Thursday morning to bake, it had the consistency of a pumpkin smoothie. Frisch’s pie later that evening seemed heavenly in comparison. We played a few lively card and board games at my brother’s that evening. How I got seated at the end of the table with the Special People…. well….. that’s okay, because we Special People kicked butt and won the games! Never underestimate the power of a delicate mind or bull-headed doofusses. We didn’t get to watch “Planes Trains and Automobiles” until Friday evening. We laughed a lot and I¬†liked the ending.

As was “Bridesmaids”. I will not tell you which scenes got multiple airings in my house. Suffice it to say my son and¬†I laughed so hard we were gasping and crying at the same time. We are SUCH rednecks…. but happy, so who cares?¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†

I did visit a few¬†elderly friends over the weekend. We stopped at Judson Village on Saturday to help out with bingo and to visit¬†a few of our¬†Little Brothers friends. My son helped a lady¬†named Martha who took a¬†shine to him and told him about a million times how handsome he was. I didn’t know his face could stay that red for that long!¬†I asked one of our Little Brother friend’s what he would like for a treat and he adamantly didn’t want¬†fast food. He wanted fresh¬†bananas.

Something I very much take for granted.

I’ll be delivering those bananas this week.¬†Maybe I could dress up like the Chiquita lady and do a little dance. Hmmmm. Maybe not!