Oh, my tummy hurts. I ate too many noodles. Plus I just finished this candy bar-Chuao's Spicy Maya. It's the size, or was the size of two candy bars. I don't usually eat like this. What on earth was I thinking?
It's rainy outside now. The 'boys' didn't get their walk this evening. Maybe that's part of my woes-I usually walk right after dinner. Hubby's off to a 'meeting'. We went for a longer walk earlier this afternoon. Jimmy, my husband, went with us. I say longer walk because we did not walk as much as we normally would. I thought the poor man was going to die. I hate to say it but I do worry about his health. I know my walks can get a bit long but we scaled it back today. He really has a hard time with walking any kind of distance. I know he has difficulty with inclines because of his knee. But he complained almost the entire time-and he wanted to go. I think it's because of this job he's going to be doing-it's been quite a while since he worked and he really is not a very physical person. Maybe he thought this would help him get in better shape? I think it might take more than one walk. But I noticed last fall when we went to the Peaks of Otter he couldn't walk up the trails even a quarter of a mile. I think we walked a little over a hundred feet. He smokes way too much and eats like-well, a southern boy-you know, a lot of bacon, hotdogs, fried anything, gravies, and the liquid sugar they call tea. It wouldn't be so bad if he ate this stuff in moderation or mixed something healthy in with it. I'm tired of people telling me that it's up to me since I'm the one who cooks it. Guess what, he only eats the stuff I cook if it's something he likes. If he doesn't like it he makes himself something from one of the four southerners foodgroups-sugar, butter, red meat (?) or lard. (Although right now I really can't talk). I just wish he'd take better care of himself. I don't get it. How can you say you love somebody and tell them they mean so much to you and yet you can't even be bothered to take good enough care of yourself to make sure you will be around for them. I mean you're slowly killing yourself and you don't care-you don't care that the people who love you will have to live without you a lot sooner than they should have. You don't care that your first grandchild will never get to know you because McDonalds and KrispyKream was more important. It don't matter that you might be dead in two years a least you got enjoy yourself now. It don't matter that your kidneys will fail and your feet will have to be amputated from diabetes. Go ahead, have those donuts, that Pepsi, those french fries and chocolate 'shake'. A least you enjoyed yourself now. Screw your friends, your family, the people who might want you around for a while longer. You go on and enjoy yourself now.
I know I'm being a bit harsh and I did over do it some this evening but I'll have an apple and a cup of green tea later. I'll have oatmeal for breakfast with raisins and cinnamon. I, too, like foods that are not quite what Dr. Oz would recommend and I do eat them-in moderation. The bottom line is everyone should be able to have the things they love from time to time but you really need to practice some discipline to insure that you stay healthy-if not for your sake then at least do it for the people you love. To be truethful, a really bad diet is just as dangerous for your health as smoking, alcoholism, or drug abuse. It leads to diabetes, heart disease, heart attack, stroke, cancer and these will result in a early death. God gave us this life and the bodies we inhabit. The very least we can do is to take care of them so we can be around to enjoy this life and those around us. It took me about forty-four years-until last year-to realize the importance of this. I feel as if I found a new religon and I'm trying to spread it around. I remember once asking a guy in the church if he thought smoking was a sin and he said, "God said that our bodies are our temples. Is it a sin to trash your temple? What do you think?"
It's been a really nice day today. I found some old framed photographs of the kids when they were babies. And an old porcelain rooster that I had bought way back in the depths of time. I spent the evening with my youngest son and his wife last night. We had dinner and played Scrabble. It reminded me of old times. It was funny sitting there in my sons home, at his table, watching him make coffee for me. They celebrated their first year anniversery this past Saturday. I tried to remember the first year that I was married-I was pregnant and had my first baby and was living in my mother-in-laws house while my husband was away in the army. I think I had bought that rooster that year too. But the baby I had back then will be twenty-five next Wednesday and in Germany. Wow, where have all the days gone? This one too has followed the rest. And such a nice day it has been. I need to close the windows now-it's getting a little chilly. I think tonight I'll leave you with a few photos of the spring. Enjoy!
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