I've Been Intimate With My Neighbor...

(Boy! when she returns to bloggin' she really returns...)

I know, I know... It was a cheap shot. But I'm feeling so far behind on this "blog" which is completely unnecessary since it's MY personal "journal" of sorts and nothing else. Nobody really reads it anyway, right?

The "intimacy" with my neighbor was pointed out to me by my perfect friend at the gym the other morning. We were chatting about the events of the previous day as we did the hamster bit on the elliptical machines when she made the observation.

It just so happens that my gynecologist is my across-the-street neighbor. Don't think that THAT doesn't start some interesting driveway conversations. I'm just glad she's good at facial recognition.

I don't particularly relish these visits - but probably not for the reason that you'd think. It's the weigh in part that I don't enjoy. I'll do anything I can to shave off an ounce or two - including exfoliating and shaving. Plucking the eyebrows doesn't hurt either. I carefully plan the outfit I'll wear - always of the lightest weight clothing and shoes that slip off easily prior to stepping aboard the scale of denial.

The news wasn't good. Oh - the "you-know-what" came back fine... I meant the immediate news on the scale. It was better than my last visit 6 months earlier - 11 pounds better - but not what I wanted it to be. I was hoping to be at my "goal" after this year - but I'm only halfway there. And, truth be known, I'm slightly above "halfway" now.

It seems I did OK on our 6 week vacation, but since arriving home I gained 8 pounds. What's THAT about? So I'm back in the gym a minimum of 3 days a week (which feels good) and I'm workin' it off again.

The Lord did give me a special bit of encouragement this last week though. We started school here last Monday (yes... Labor Day... You can get away with that if you're homeschooling...) and I spent the last several minutes before going to bed Sunday night talking (read: pleading) with God to give us a good day, a good week, a good year... but at the very least a good morning. I weighed myself (never a good idea) and went to bed. I had been drinking a lot of water that day and woke at 5 a.m. to do my impression of a racehorse... When I got up again at 6:30 I was down a full 4.8 pounds. Thank you God! That was just the encouragement I needed to start my day.

We did have a very good first day of school - a very good week in fact. Today we start our second very good week! Prayers are still appreciated on that front.