Goals out the Window!


Last week was tough for this gal.  Mister has a case of the Shingles and he’s got them in his eye, of all places.  Shingles of the eye are nasty!  As of the writing of this update hubs is being treated for a tear in his cornea. Not good!!!!  Suffice it to say that my teeny, tiny goal list has not gotten my highest priority paid to it this week.  I have had some time to attend to the list while at work, but the rest of it just kinda went out the window.  I did not complete my task.


1  Create a Gratitude List and add to it every day this week.

2  Research 3 on-line resources for paid writing assignments and choose one to try.

3  Tackle the kitchen cupboards again, releasing more “stuff” into the world.


In a word: Abysmal!

The Good News:  I got to the meetings I had committed to attend this week, got the sleep I needed to soldier on, and took care of the mister’s many medical needs, if not in that order.  I feel “good” about the fact that I could achieve as much as I did this week considering what we’ve had to deal with, and I’m glad to report that my lover is some better today.  Our biggest goal as a couple right now is solving the problem my guy’s rather strong pain killers are causing his digestive track.

Metamucil to the rescue!

Hubby is actually using SennaGen and sugar-free chocolates to get the old pipes humming again. Those and lots and lots and LOTS of water!

I did work on a Gratitude List this week, but I did not record my thoughts every day of the week on that list.


Shingles of the eye is nothing to fool with and will cause you much concern in the healing process.

I’m just one person. I cannot do “it” all alone.

A strong immune system is a good thing, and we should do what we can to support it as we age.

Good friends send humorous cards during trying times, to lift spirits and remind you, This Too Shall Pass!

De-cluttering the cupboards a second time is a ridiculous goal when life issues present themselves. Shingles trumps cleaning every time!

Doctors who have Jersey accents and make farmer jokes in the ER are my kinda people.


1.2.3: Take care of Bob and get him well.  That is my only goal for this week and I think it qualifies for my list because it will take all my teeny, tiny concentration to get ‘er done!

What are your goals for this week?  What are you most thankful for as the holiday seasons gets underway?

Note: Thanksgiving is just 3 teeny, tiny weeks away!



It’s Monday again!  “yeah,” you say, with as little enthusiasm as you can muster. But hey, it doesn’t have to be that kind of Monday. It can be a joyful Monday…a productive Monday…A Monday to end all Mondays!

Let’s make today a Super Monday, beginning with a FIVE MINUTE exercise.


Today, let’s spend FIVE MINUTES on us, creating an Action Plan that we can refer to for the rest of the week.

What would you like to accomplish this week, beyond what NEEDS to get done?

What would make you feel fulfilled, purposeful, or accomplished, if at the end of the week you had done that thing?!

What have you been putting off?

What have you dreamed about beginning?

What new habit could you begin to practice this week?

Let’s make a plan to get ‘er done, an Action Plan.

For the next FIVE MINUTES rest from your other work and let you mind run free.  What needs to be a part of your life this week in order for you to feel that special feeling you’ve been missing for a while now?  Enter that on your Action Plan paper or screen.

It’s only FIVE MINUTES.  FIVE simple, meaningful, purposeful minutes.

What will you do with your FIVE today?


Lost My Journal

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This week I had a scare. I lost my food journal for a few days.

Super Scary!!


A.What if someone finds my journal before me? I have personal reflections in there about my food and eating.

B. What if I don’t find it before I have to report my food for the week?  What then?

C. Is it okay to feel a lil insecure without my food journal, cuz, yeah, I have come to rely on it for tracking my foods.

D. What if I don’t find it again? What then? I have personal observations about food and eating in there.

Yes, I worried twice about never finding my food journal again.


This week has been a stressful one for me. Well, really, for everyone in my office. Big changes are underway and they affect us all.  How big changes work themselves out in the life of a compulsive and emotional eater can be ugly.  Stress means it becomes one zillion times harder to stay the course with good eating, appropriate amounts of sleep, and the maintenance of a positive outlook/attitude.  I will confess to having reached out to a few others yesterday, the most stressful day so far, and having asked them to remember me in prayer.


Part of the purpose for me in creating this blog was to make sure I remember on a daily basis that CHANGE IS POSSIBLE, no matter where I find myself along my faith journey to healthy.  As long as I remain open to it, CHANGE is POSSIBLE!!!!


Interestingly, this morning’s meditations included a line that said something like this:  God is not limited by our lack of imagination.  I love that!  I often lack imagination with regards to my own abilities/progress/sensitivities to others, and my feelings about my abilities. That being the case, day after day I try to remind myself that the universe is a big place, stuff happens to all of us, I am not helpless (even when I am powerless), and I do have options.  Meditation quiets me long enough to recall that I’m not alone in this changing process, and that at any time I can choose to have a different perspective on an issue I face.  I have tons of wisdom at my finger tips–all I need to do is open up to it.  Yeah!

All this to say:

I’m glad I found my food journal.

I’m glad it is not lost forever.

I’m glad no one else got hold of it while it was gone.

I hope it never disappears on me again!

Change is possible–I just have to want it, to find it!!!

Have you ever lost something valuable to you? What was it?

Five Alternatives to Slapping Someone Silly

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Have you ever heard your momma say, “If you do that again, I’ll slap you silly”?

My mom used to say that to us kids when we were out of control.  It was her way of telling us corporal punishment was on the way if we didn’t straighten up and fly right.

I don’t know the origin of the phrase Slap You Silly, but I do know that I would have liked to slap someone silly this past weekend.  The occasion for a good slapping came when I attended a birthday party where grown adults acted like preschoolers.  I wanted to slap them silly.  I’m usually a very calm and patient individual, but I will confess to having all my “button” pushed this past Saturday.

What is wrong with people?  No one knows how to act civilly any more.  Ugh!

Since slapping someone silly might land the slapper in jail (even when “they” totally deserve it), I knew I had to come up with some alternatives to slapping while I was at the party Saturday.  Here’s what I did, when what I really wanted to do was spank several someones and send them to bed without their supper.


1.  Sit on a chair with your hands underneath you, and your legs crossed. Smile as best you can and shake your head in the affirmative while others act in slap-worthy fashion, always biting your lower lip over and over again to keep yourself in check.

2.  Mention the weather, especially commenting on any unseasonable warm-spell you might be having in your neck of the woods.

3.  Hum a comforting tune to yourself while alternately talking jibber-jabber to the one real-life baby/toddler in the room.

4.  Pray for exceedingly great patience.

5.  Sit next to the Mr., firmly holding his hand and leaning in for as long as you can before bolting, at the first sign of an open door.  Don’t worry about how they will perceive your leaving. I assure you, they are too busy humiliating each other and making their guests uncomfortable to notice you’ve gone for more than a second.

I hope you never, ever, EVER have to employ these alternatives to slapping someone silly while socializing with others, especially at birthday parties (which are supposed to be fun events).  Regrettably, though, life experience tells me you might have to refer back to this list a time or two in your dealings with others.  When you do, remember me.  I will be the one in the far back corner of your brain, cheering you on and keeping you accountable.

Remember: When it doubt, don’t slap!

When have you been tempted to slap someone silly because of their rude, obnoxious, and juvenile behavior?  What alternative to slapping can you add to this list?