Just Call Me Corrigan
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
For the youngsters out there, this is who corrigan was:
On 17 July 1938, Douglas Corrigan took off from from an airfield in Brooklyn, NY in a tiny single-engine plane. He had filed a flight plan for California, but 29 hours later found himself in Ireland ...
I don't fly, I am crawling...but the wrong way. The results are just as dire.
Since I started water aerobics, I expected some phenomenal results. Instead, I get little blubs going up, up.
Goodness knows I'm trying. My only Goodies are the Spark Goodies. Lots of veggies, lots of water, lots of hope. Yeah, I'm still hoping. Believe it or not, I can see when I don't eat what or how I should. So why do I do it? I guess I belong to the school of "a little bit won't hurt", how much is a little bit is the part that's got me down.
Ok, never mind. As I'm writing, my mind is recalling the chocolate cake and ice cream I had on Sunday at a birthday party, the potatoes with my dinner on Monday, etc., etc.
If I put it in writing, it will happen: No more blind eating, no more mindless snacking. If it goes in my mouth, it better be something that is good for me.
Wish me luck? Again?