This week I walked every single day;
of course, taking a week off work helped.
But as I walked this morning through my tiny, historic village
little things made me grateful:
Little birds flittered thru the branches of the bare trees.
Every home I passed revealed kitchen lights on, people preparing for the Big Day!
There was the sound of rifles from the Gun club, getting ready for deer season on Monday.
And when I arrived at my door, it started to snow, lovely and peaceful.
I've done well thse past months.
Why I am grateful:
I have a bed to sleep in every night, and a roof over my head.
I have clean water to drink, to cook, to wash, to clean.
My refridge is full of nutricious food.
My closet has lovely clothes and shoes I wear to my every-demanding, yet
ever rewarding work.
I have what I need; anything else is just frosting on the cake.
Thanksgiving dinner was just Dave and I this year, but it was okay.
I prepared cornish hens (baked with the fat removed),
and roasted brussels sprouts with carrots,
and homemade, low sugar cranberry sauce with apple.
And low sodium stuffing.
We did allow ourselves a glass of chardonnay.
How good it is to be alive, and grateful for all good things.
Last week my doctor was amazed at my progress:
I've lost 36 pounds since I started here at Spark in August;
my cholesterol was cut by half.
so many clothes I'd put away now fit me.
I am sleeping better; my skin is improved, and no more acid reflux.
I am grateful for all the little steps I've taken,
for all the tools that have helped me achieve these steps,
and for the future. But I'm still on my journey..
I am grateful. Thanks be to God.