Okay, I just posted a post that was basically whining about my current weight. The fact is that I have weighed what I weigh now for over a decade, and it’s my normal adult wight, and I am trying to change what appears to be set in stone. But in the grand scheme of things, my 10 pounds is small potatoes, because I am still in control of what I put in my mouth. I eat because I am physically hungry, but that’s where it stops. Unlike those who are addicted to alcohol or drugs, I’m not needing an intervention over my food choices. Well, mostly, LOL.

Not that I couldn’t use a 12-step program for other issues in my life. Anger, resentment, pity parties, bitterness, LAZINESS. Oops, did I say that? The truth is that there is no visible drug detoxification plan for those things, but they can do just as much damage to our emotional and spiritual lives as drug abuse does to our physical lives. Think about that. Imagine the druggiest drug-out druggie you know or can think of. Maybe the one you saw on tv, living in rags under the bridge with horrible teeth and scabby arms. Yeah, that one. Now imagine your spirit, your inner man, looking like that. That’s quite the mental image isn’t it? yeah, and if that’s you, it ought to be scaring you, because I will admit that when I look in the mirror, that’s sometimes what I see. And that is why the current series I am running on women in Proverbs won’t be the last such series you’ll see here.

But back to the subject at hand which started out as drug rehab, specifically Chapman House, before I got derailed. Chapman House uses a 12 step program to help folks overcome physical addictions. You ought to know from reading this blog that I am all for a program that points people to God, even if they add the phrase “as we perceive Him//her to be”. Admitting that there is a Higher Power is the first step in meeting the Real One, after all.

They also offer professional interventions for folks who just haven’t come to terms yet with the fact that they need a little help to overcome their issues. Just like a lot of life, that first step is the hardest one. Chapman accepts insurance, and they are CARF accredited, so you know they are among the absolute best.

Okay, here’s the deal. I am so very frustrated I could cry. My scales and I are continuing to have the same old argument. I say “got to 145″ and it does not obey. It continues to bypass 145 on it’s way to 150. Now, when I was eating 1200 calories or less, I lost weight. That’s how I got from 160 to 150. But I thought I could slip in another 300 calories or so and still lose a bit, even if my loss slowed. It didn’t slow. It stopped. And I have been in denial about that for quite a while, because I do not like to be hungry. I do not like to feel deprived. I want what I want and I want to eat 1600 calories a day AND lose weight. That is not happening.

So! back to the basics. 1200 calories a day, and walking three times a week. And if I veer from that plan before I leave for Orlando on September 11th, please send a great big man with an even bigger paddle over here to spank me, ok?

I will be so happy when Friday evening gets here! I have a hot date with my main gal pal. And by that, I mean my hairdresser. We have had to reschedule several times, and the appointment I have on Friday was originally slated for July 26th. A month plus, people. My hair is no longer growing down, it is growing out. Bigger and Bigger and Bigger. And while I do like big hair, I think I have reached the point where I am walking around with constant Victory Hair. You know, the kind of hair you have after a really hot date with your personal Fabio. And hopefully Fabio is your husband’s name, if you know what I mean.

Most ladies get that under control before they go out in public, but there is no serum, wax, or gel on the planet under my sink that can deal with this, and it must go. Friday. At 5pm. Gone. Of course, the process of getting more victory hair will start as soon as I get out of the chair, because there is only one step in my victory hair process, and it will continue even after I die, because! Your hair grows after death! Should I sign up for a posthumous in haircut, do you think? No?

For those of you who take a more traditional path to victory hair, and who remember the dating game, and who need a giggle this morning, I have enclosed a little widget for the “Ultimate Flirting Championship”. It is kinda fun to play in that if you like and occasional blast from the past. I won, FTR.

The Ultimate Flirting Championship is put out by Extreme Style by VO5, and it has served it’s purpose with me. I’ll be looking for the line of products the next time I but styling aids. When my hair is actually almost controllable. Friday. Around 6pm. Possibly 7, given the current state of my head. I want to try the curling mousse for sure!

Somedays, I just seem to spend most of he day banging my head repeatedly agaist a rough brick wall. Today was one such day. I had planned to talk about Proverbs 11: 16 and 22 here today. Instead, I am going to watch tv with my family and knit. After that, I will read my blog feeds while I drink wine and maybe talk to Ang. some more. Maybe tomorrow will be slightly less …. today-ish.

If you could take more control of one aspect of your life, what would it be?
If you were to name the difference between the male soul and the female soul, what would it be?
If you had to admit the most selfish thing you do on a regular basis, what would you say it is?

These are some tough questions.

1)Money. And surprisingly enough, I don’t want a ton of it. I’m more like the guy in Proverbs. I want enough that I don’t have to fret, but not so much that I forget where it comes from.

2)I don’t think the souls are different. I think the physical and emotional sides are different. But the soul, it is spirit, like God, neither male nor female.

3) I can’t say that here. My mama reads this blog. I talk about Jesus here. But it’s free.

Here I am, on Friday morning, drenched! We had extra trash this week, so I dashed out to help the trash guy. BEFORE I realized it was raining. But daggone, my side yard looks 400% better!

That’s what I said when I first read about this deal from Charter. If you sign up for their services, you are entered into a drawing for the Charter Laptop A Day Giveaway. They are giving away 30 HP Compaq Presario C770US Laptops. Plus, you get a gas card. The value of the gas card depends on which of their services you end up subscribing to, but they start at $25, and top out at $100. Hey, gas is gas, and at almost $4 a gallon still, that’s a sweet promotion.

You’ll note I said I said ‘Ooh, Ooh, Ooh”, not I’m saying, “Ooh, Ooh, Ooh”. That’s because Charter isn’t available here. But you know how badly I want a laptop, and I know you want me to have what I want, so how about I make you the same offer I made the readers of my craft blog. You go sign up. keep the gas card for yourself. If you win the laptop, give it to me as a finder’s fee. That would totally work for me! Whaddya think?

Otherwise, I am just going to have to work for it, and working is so passe’, don’t you think?

In other news, I’m planning a very busy weekend, which doesn’t include much work for which I get paid, but does include plenty of the other kind. Yay me!

… What is your earliest memory of a library? Who took you? Do you have you any funny/odd memories of the library?

Aside from school libraries, I remember first the library here in my home town. When I was a teen, it was located in a building beside the old middle school. It was called the old middle school to distinguish it from the new middle school that opened the year I went into sixth grade. But I don’t remember going there then. I don’t remember going to the library until I was in my teens, because I rode my bicycle. And yet, I must have gone before that, because I remember being there, just not getting there. I remember the green carpet and the sun through the windows, and the smell of old books. It was just one room, this library.

Amazingly enough, almost three decades later, the library has relocated. Now we have two whole rooms. And the next county over charges 20 bucks a year for a card if you don’t live there, which I refuse to pay. Needless to say, I buy most of the books I read.