Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. 

Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. 

This morning I did a search for a phrase in my blog collection. I was was wondering if I had ever written a piece about Fat Her’s Day.  For some reason, this post showed up.

Source: Comfort. A Peace of my Mind.

Feel free to click the link and read it. Or just keep reading here. I’m not really sure why that one matched, but I’m glad it did. It helped me recognize that I have been numbing with food for a few days. It’s not comfort. It’s numbing. Just masking discomfort. Continue reading “Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. “

Mot I’ve ate. Or Motivate.

Mot I’ve ate. Or Motivate.

She who hesitates contracts
A pause trophy can win
Instead of eating up her words
And heading out of thin.
(Impossible turns to I’m Possible
And that’s the start of begin.)

What motivates a mouth to eat
A feeling into numb. Continue reading “Mot I’ve ate. Or Motivate.”

Stressed:dessertS

Stressed:dessertS

The solution to stressed is not desserts. it’s a backwards approach at best. Unless it is simply to back away without caving to the test. Turning to food like a numbing drug is not the answer I know. Give me a run or a paper and pun. ‘Tis a vent so I don’t have to blow. That imag’ry conjures the thought of a whale–the size I approached e’re I’m Possible tale. Ive used AAA to change my attire. From Michelin padded to thin as a wire*. With the Weight Watchers tools and some bright line rules. Awareness, Acceptance, Adapting. No fools.

Stress is a matter of fact part of life. It can’t be knocked out with a spoon fork or knife. Just dealt with: good choices for heart healthy life..

* poetic license. I’m not as thin as a wire, but I wear size small!

I wrote this post with a Weight Watchers prompt. It could seem like it’s all about prose. If you read with a beat, you might find it neat: an amateur poem’s how it goes.

I’m on my way to Denver and then to my daughter’s new home. Where she lives with her hubby, (neither is chubby) in the land where buffalo roam.

I’m leaving New England in winter clothes–landing in Laramie where it still snows.

I’m going to visit a week and a day. I hope to see deer and antelope play!

My plan is to eat three meals a day, drink lots of water, and see brand new hay. I’ll help paint some rooms, shovel some snow and look for spring’s blooms.

I’ll write and take pictures but don’t know if I’ll post. Wyoming’s cell service is scanter than most.

And now it’s time for airplane mode.  I have a 5 hour layover in Denver. Feel ftee to comment. I’ll respond!

Stressed:dessertS

Stressed:dessertS

The solution to stressed is not desserts. it’s a backwards approach at best. Unless it is simply to back away without caving to the test. Turning to food like a numbing drug is not the answer I know. Give me a run or a paper and pun. ‘Tis a vent so I don’t have to blow. That imag’ry conjures the thought of a whale–the size I approached e’re I’m Possible tale. Ive used AAA to change my attire. From Michelin padded to thin as a wire*. With the Weight Watchers tools and some bright line rules. Awareness, Acceptance, Adapting. No fools.
Stress is a matter of fact part of life. It can’t be knocked out with a spoon fork or knife. Just dealt with: good choices for heart healthy life..
* poetic license. I’m not as thin as a wire, but I wear size small!

I wrote this post with a Weight Watchers prompt. It could seem like it’s all about prose. If you read with a beat, you might find it neat: an amateur poem’s how it goes.

I’m on my way to Denver and then to my daughter’s new home. Where she lives with her hubby, (neither is chubby) in the land where buffalo roam.

I’m leaving New England in winter clothes–landing in Laramie where it still snows.

I’m going to visit a week and a day. I hope to see deer and antelope play!

My plan is to eat three meals a day, drink lots of water, and see brand new hay. I’ll help paint some rooms, shovel some snow and look for spring’s blooms.

I’ll write and take pictures but don’t know if I’ll post. Wyoming’s cell service is scanter than most.

And now it’s time for airplane mode.  I have a 5 hour layover in Denver. Feel ftee to comment. I’ll respond!

Control.

via Daily Prompt: Control

I’m writing of my own free will
From a prompt that says control.
The thought that popped first in my head
I found a little droll.

On second thought, I sat up straight
And knew I had to write
A little more what’s been said before
Though some might think it trite.

I struggle with this word control
Addiction is a rage
And if I let it get to me
I’m a puppet on its stage.

So, control, I figure. What?
The L. I’ll add another L.
And then I see and say Con TROLL!
Perhaps it’s worth a yell!

A definite, purposeful, bright line yodel.
All the parts in a grand some total.
Or taking a leap, perhaps it’s toadal.

Crashing through a bored in the fridge,
The troll is waiting to offer a smidge
Of something that trips then feels disgraced.
The control that was had—now misplaced.

So yes, I’m against. Completely con troll.
I need to avoid it wherever I stroll.
When I’m hungry or completely full.

My lines can’t be drawn bright or dull in the sand.
Adhering sometimes and then other hand.
If my purpose for health is knocked for a loop
I end up thinking I’m a nincompoop.

But I’m not ‘cause I’m fighting the battle once more
It’s worth the effort and can’t be a chore.
I’m possible still and moving ahead.
I’m present and facing the future–alive and not dead.

Completely. Con troll.

The psychology of addiction is more than a prediction of what will happen if. The substance and psyche (whether you likey) often face off with a tiff. There are triggers and figures and shots and jiggers (although I’m not driven to drink). I must be aware and accept that it’s there and not let it change what I think.

I recently read the book Bright Line Eating. I also watched a series of videos posted by the author, Susan Pierce Thompson, PhD. She has a lot to say about the neuroscience behind food addiction. And I think she may be onto something with her automaticity plan to conquer it. It works for her and a lot of other people. She is passionate about it. And I could feel myself being excited about it, too. Her work explains a lot of what I’ve found to work for me.

I think she sincerely wants to help people. But she also wants to sell her boot camp experience and the things that go along with that. I bought her book, but I didn’t buy her boot camp. I felt a sense of renewed commitment to my plan of not eating between meals. I think I felt a little invincible for a little while yesterday and then realized a choice I had made was a danger signal to me. The issue was that I made a choice to buy a snack food to eat with my lunch. And then I had a bunch. That turned into more than I could handle.

I feel very grateful to know what to do to fix my slip up. I also feel very foolish that I had to enact those procedures again. (I imagine the reader’s response, “Doesn’t she EVER learn?”) But my big lesson right now is. Write now. Not for entertainment. Not because it needs to be a certain way for it to fit into this blog. For me. I’m Possible. It’s a journey. And I’m on it.

Slip ups don’t mean that I can’t fit into my clothes (although they fit better when the slip’s down). Slip ups don’t mean that I can’t run or walk or do yoga or jazzercise or sudoku and I’m totally out of shape and obese in an instant. It’s a journey with some scenic byways and some road construction. AAA (awareness, acceptance, and adaptation) are helping me with planning and also with emergency repairs as needed. I’m working on some safety issues, but I’m going to enjoy the ride.

Metrics. A Play about Words.

I wish I’d learned metrics in high school

Back a long time ago

But I cherished the inches and ounces

And for metrics, there’s not much to show.

But that’s ok in my book

Or rather, I’ll just say it’s K.

I found a couple of Me Tricks

To keep sugar’s wiles at bay.

What I thought was impossible:

Changing my paradigm

Really became I’m Possible

In prose and also in rhyme.

The things that I found were so helpful

In turning my journey around

Potatoes Not Prozac and Weight Watchers tools

Helped me lose many a pound.

The weight was a serious matter

But more so the change in my mind

I learned that I can be in control

So sugar won’t rob my health blind.

Since learning to use my addiction help rules

I’ve blogged and written a book.

I use it to help me stay on track

And have shared it for all to look.

Now I have new kinds of metrics

Statistics and numbers to muse.

If I were a marketing expert

I’d know what key words to use.

I’ve had readers from forty six countries

And sales rank as high as nine thousand.

That, in light of eight million books,

Is a feat that’s worth some applause-hand.

I’ve had a lot of help from friends.

Some I’ve known forever

And then there are friends I’ve only just met

Because of my book endeavor.

I’m going to switch to prose here, even though my writing attempts may seem amateur at times! (Especially when I rhymes!)

I was on a Midwestern road trip last week and had the time and opportunity to meet a fellow iUniverse author on Thursday morning. I had been pointed to her wordpress website by my marketing consultant back at the end of 2015. I read her blog and commented on it. I knew from experience that I liked to get encouraging comments and I felt inclined to leave a positive comment for her. The rest is history. Or, perhaps,  ourstory. Here’s a picture from our meeting. jenahenry

Jena C. Henry is a delightful person on line, in book, and in person! We had a half hour of chatting over Constant Comment tea. So much to talk about and not so much time! I am glad it worked out for us to meet in person. She wrote one of the blurbs on the back cover of my book. And she has been a big supporter of my blog. I’ve enjoyed her books and her wonderful enthusiasm for learning and sharing in her blog posts. She has encouraged me with social media, especially twitter.

I find it amusing that I’m officially in my empty nest phase (all three children have moved out and married) and I’m learning how to tweet. Twitter doesn’t always make sense to me, but that’s okay. Or “K”. I’m learning some me tricks in twitter. I’m learning how to make it work for me. I don’t have thousands of followers. I don’t quite get the use of hashtags and @’s. But I’ve had some great conversations with a few people.

I’ve tapped into some great articles by experts in the field of sugar addiction and recovery. I’d never heard of Dr. Asseem Malhotra or Tim Noakes or Karen Thomson (to name three). But I’ve tweeted and retweeted with them since discovering them. There are some crazies in the world of twitter, but there are also some really good networks of information. And then there are some really good networks for writing and encouragement. @TheWritingReader and @DonnaStuffMore are two of them along with @jenabooks.

Back to me tricks. There’s nothing magic about it. I’ve learned that writing helps me manage sugar addiction. Writing here has helped me get through a morning that might have included grazing through my kitchen. It’s a rainy day. I’m tired. I struggled with re-entry when I got back from my road trip. Part of it started with a bag of kale and spinach tortilla chips that extended a supper and a lunch a hundred miles or more as I traveled through Indiana and Ohio.

The Connect hashtag on the Weight Watcher site this morning was #backontrack. I amused myself with some thoughts about that.

I find it very helpful
in the thought of #backontrack
to turn around and face the facts
to lead affront attack.
On second thought, #backontrack, is really rather scary
Just imagine that train of thought–a situation hairy.
I’ll trot out my slogan and leave it at this. Weight Watchers works, it’s a good train of thought. Track what you chew-chew and do what you ought! With logic like this, it’s hard not to miss. Back and front are completely in the game. Full steam ahead. No need to carry blame!

That’s probably more (e’en) than enough for now.

I’ll stop my writing and start to plow

Through this Monday for Wonday

I’ll go for the win

With the right attitude

Right from begin.

Act Won.