Sunday, January 04, 2009
I had the most beautiful, delicious, glorious salad tonight. It was made by a friend at synagogue, and had more ingredients than I have ever experienced in one dish. How many types of lettuce and greens can there be? They must have all been in here-except for wimpy iceberg lettuce! Dark greens, lighter greens, reds and purples were not the main ingredients, however. The salad was richly punctuated with walnuts, plumped raisins, sunflower seeds, green and yellow peppers, cherry tomatoes, purple onions, yellow squash, cucumbers and grated carrots. It was grand the first serving, heavenly the second.
Thank you, Tammi!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Watching the Olympics is something I was brought up on. From the Opening Ceremonies to the Closing, we watched, day by day. I have witnessed tremendous things. Olga Korbut's spectacular feats that changed gymnastics, the African runner who was uncomfortable in his shoes, and ran the race barefoot, Mark Spitz's golden performances. Over and over I was inspired and amazed.
Athletes work toward a goal, refining it as they go, changing their workouts and strategies to get the most out of their bodies and minds that they possibly can. I am doing the same thing in this life change I have made. My diet changes, my exercise changes, the amount of time I work out and the things I can do changes as I get closer to what I want to do. I am committed to getting in shape, being healthy, and learning new things. I work hard toward these goals, and see no end to the work I will put into it. I am enjoying the journey now, I am thrilled at what I have accomplished and the knowledge that what I want is, indeed, within my reach. I am an athlete.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.
'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.
'This is very important, ' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'
So, I ju st want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fo rk?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.'
The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.
Monday, March 10, 2008
I don't know what to do next. First priority, I think, is an overhaul of my eating. I am going to try having fruits and veggies being my main nutrition. No salt, sauces, additions.
I am exercising, doing my bike and weights. I am thinking of adding Gilad. I have Tai Chi. That does nothing for weight loss. I am doing it for two reasons. It is supposed to be the best exercise for preventing falls in older people. I don't want to end up like my mom, who falls, and is now in a wheel chair not because she cannot walk, but because she falls. She even fell and was trapped for 24 hours, wedged between the tub and toilet. I don't want to get to that point. I also do it for the stress reduction. With school and my ex, who actually lives in the garage (!!!), and a daughter with schizophrenia, and an income of $300 a month, I have more stress than the average person.
Sleep is still a huge problem. Because of my congestion I cannot use my mask for sleep apnea enough, and I am more than exhausted. I seriously cannot even remember what it feels like to not be so tired that I am dragging.
So lots of changes, trying to get my health right and my weight going consistently down.
Friday, January 25, 2008
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the L-RD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let my foot slip—
He who watches over me will not slumber;
4 indeed, He who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The L-RD watches over me—
the L-RD is my shade at my right hand;
6 the sun will not harm me by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The L-RD will keep me from all harm—
He will watch over my life;
8 the L-RD will watch over my coming and going
both now and forevermore.
The things of the past months; Angie's murder, our sickness, stress from my ex-husband, ALL are under the control of the L-rd. This morning I can say, I am looking up to the hills of Mount Zion, I am looking up to the L-rd. He is faithful in everything. I will always miss Angie. We will continue to get better physically. As long as I continue to love the L-rd I can say, "It is Well With My Soul."
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