Waging War on the Bulge(s)

I have been fighting a losing battle of the bulge(s) for about 5 years now. I blame it on pre-menpause, post-menopause, pepsi-floats at midnight, Red Lobster rolls, my husband and his insatiable desire for Hersey Bars after supper, let's see oh yeah, and the fact that I sit on it for about 8 hours a day.

I needed intervention, so I joined Weight Watchers. I don't like counting, dieting, weighing, any of that stuff, but let's face it, it wasn't falling off in my sleep. Whoo hoo! 8 lbs. Oops, no gained 4 back. Shoot! Blogging is obviously not the only thing I need to get the hang of. But I'm trying, dad-gummit!

So I made this yummy sandwhich. I think I will eat it again. Notice the little bitty plate and the itty bitty mandarins, no chips, definitely no Hershey Bars. But I was filled up and powered up.

Broasted chicken skinned from HEB, red grapes, celery, almond slivers, bell pepper, a teeney bit of mayo, Sara Lee's 45 calorie wheat bread. I don't count points, but it was in range - it had to be it was so little. I licked my plate clean.

I promise to post a quilty thing next week. I have a new tool I want to share but have to use it first. I hope I don't make a total mess of it like I did with the Thangles this week. That's another post. You won't believe it. You might even cry. You will definitely say "oh no!"

Boston and West Tragedies

photo courtesy of Sherry Morales "Altered Perfection"

When my brother-in-law was killed in a plane crash in 1978, there were many tears shed. We were talking with the pastor and my sister mentioned there was a scripture referencing God collecting tears in a jar. That was an ah-ha moment for me. I had not read that scripture, or if I had, it didn't click at the time. I have not forgotten that conversation and think now of those who lost loved ones in Boston, Massachusetts and West, Texas last week. God's bottle is surely overflowing.

My heart is broken for those folks. How the tears must be falling. Psalms 56:8 tell us that our tears don't fall upon the ground to be forgotten, but rather God collects them and records them in His book. As a Christian, I find hope and promise in his words. Tears are natural, necessary and good when we let them fall unto God.

David wept, Jesus, wept. To all those who are suffering, I pray they are letting their tears flow for He keeps track of our sorrows and collects our tears in a bottle.

God bless.

The Simple Woman's Daybook

I am participating in The Simple Woman's Daybook. If you would like to participate hop over and give it look.

This is actually my entry for April 17, 2017, 2013. I am just learning how to do this.

Outside my window . . . Tree limbs are blowing, sun is shining.

I am thinking . . . I wish I were outside where the wind is blowing and the sun is shining instead of in my office with artificial air.

I am thankful for . . .my nice job, nice office, artificial cool air, and nice people to work around, especially the kids.

In the kitchen . . . awaits a sinkful of dishes I didn't get to last night.  Boo.

I am wearing . . . work clothes but rather be in my sweats and t-shirt without this awful bra.

I am creating . . . my border to the quilt top in the round robin challenge with the wonderful group of ladies I quilt with, and my first ever blog you are hopefully reading.

I am going . . . to the hospital tonight to see friends who all happen to be there. One is a member of our little book club, so we are going to her since she can't come to us.

I am wondering . . . if my blog will take off and anyone will read it.

I am reading . . . nothing right now, just finished "The Girl on the Cliff " by Lucinda Riley. AWESOME!

I am hoping . . . praying . . .for those in Boston, my friends in the hospital, my family.

I am learning . . . how to blog.

I am pondering . . . retirement. I'm overdue, but have never not worked and am anxious.

A favorite quote for today . . ."For I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content." Philippians 4:11 KJV. I have not really learned it yet. I guess I could have included this in the "hoping" question above.

One of my favorite things . . . seeing the smiling faces of my grandkids. Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful site.

A few plans for the rest of the week . . . do those dishes, work on my round robin, walk, take those clothes that have been in my car for a week to the laundry.

A peek into my day . . . got up late, made it to work on time, stuck to my weight watcher's plan, picked some weeds during my lunch hour, loved on my chihuahua Punkin, going home, visiting some friends in the hospital, walking, reading, going to bed.

Fabric for my round robin challenge. Need to get busy tonight.

In my new blogging adventure I am quickly learning one thing leads to another and feel like I'm already a snowball. I found this blog Starwood Quilter just googling, then from there moved on to The Quilter's Book Club, then to The Simple Woman's Daybook. Wow, so cool. I have not learned how to link the names mentioned yet, but that is next on my list. 

Blogging ball, quilting fun . . .

I’m 61 and having a ball.

The blogging world has begun to call.

I know you have been breathlessly waiting.

To find out what I have been creating.

I’ve decided to give blogging a whirl.

Sure hope my words don’t make you hurl!

I hope you will follow me on my new journey,

With kind bits of wisdom and words that are not dirty.

So here we go, please read my first blog.

I’ll try really hard not be to be a blog slob.



My DGD was pleased with her bug quilt - my DGS not so much. I was certainly pleased considering what I tried to do to it before getting it quilted -- well scroll down and you will see what I mean.

You know that moment that time stops and you say OMgosh what did I just do! This was one of those. Thankfully I had fabric to fix the borders. 

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