Flurry

I have wanted to post so many times this week, but with canning season and fall break my time gets scattered like so many fall leaves.

Today I had a moment that begged to be recorded.  Today in my dance class one of my little five year old dancers came up to me, patted my amply endowed abdomen and innocently asked "How did you get such a big tummy?"  If a five year old is noticing, then there is definitely something to work on.

This little dancer is also the one that throws her arms around my waist after every class and says "I love you Miss Bethany."  That softened the blow a little ... a very little.

Right now I feel great about the limiting of sugar I am doing.  It has helped me maintain where I am, but I haven't made any progress for two weeks, so that must mean that the time to exercise had arrived - for reals this time.

Oh, and last week I was in the grocery store and the lure of the sugary yummy goodness was so strong I felt like there were fishing hooks in my soul pulling me toward something delicious and naughty.  I almost didn't make it out of there, but somehow I resisted.  Point one for the unwilling trout.  Honestly, this is an addiction for me.  Not everyone has had the experience of having food be like an addiction, so maybe it doesn't make sense, but I HAVE and IT CAN BE.

Here's to fighting the good fight.