Weekend

Well my first attempt at meditation on Saturday ended up with me falling asleep! I got a little too relaxed that time. Today it went a little better made it to about 7 minutes vs. 10 as a neighbor had started up a lawn mower and my karma got tangled up with my chakras or something and I couldn’t seem to concentrate. I focused on gratitude and my “mantra” was ‘thank you’. I’ve just started reading about rewiring your brain for happiness and positive feelings and one of the keys is gratitude. I thought I’d use my mediation time to rewire my brain for more joy.
Typical American— multitasking while mediating, lol. I think we are just hopeless. Well I am anyway.

Ate well all weekend no cheating in sight, I may need some more veggies though, maybe I need to measure. Definitely need more salad but lordy I hate salad.

My skinny friends go to restaurants with me and say things like “These salads sound delicious!” I sit there thinking “Oh poor things they haven’t read the WHOLE menu yet, didn’t they see the country fried streak, sausage gravy and mashed potatoes!” But no they actually ORDER the salad, eat tiny little bites and screw up their skinny little faces with pleasure and delight saying “ This is soooo good!” I sit across from them amazed, confused, and dismayed. They are just saying that because they didn’t order the loaded baked potato, fried chicken and deep fried mozzarella sticks. Poor deranged, deprived little things. There life must be so empty.

My primary exercise this weekend was gardening and yard work. My arms and back are killing me; better than a trip to the gym. Although on Saturday morning I had a close encounter with nature that I would rather not repeat. I felt something crawling up my pant leg! I waddled towards the house, holding onto a rather large hard lump I captured on the inside of my knee. I managed to trap it between two layers of fabric. I must have been a sight waddling bowlegged across the lawn tiring to keep hold of that critter. As soon as I got inside I started a sort of Riverdance trying to strip off my pants while still holding tight to my new best friend (hey in some cultures we'd be engaged after being this intimate!) Finally, I got the pants off and ran through the house to the kitchen in my underwear, this is one of the reasons mom always says "wear clean underwear”, and shook my pants out over the sink. It was a yellow jacket! It was cold that morning and I guess he was seeking out someplace warm for a nap. I gingerly declined his advances.