Flaming June's Love

Jack had another good day at school.  Who know that my life at 45 would revolve around the report I receive at 2pm every weekday concerning Jacks Day.  It is true I meter my day on how a six year is feeling this Day.  Not just any six year let me remind you, but my six year old. The six year old blond haired boy that told me today that I was wearing his favorite blue shirt and HAD TO HUG ME!!! The boy that decided his trampoline in the yard is now a stage where he dances and does his karate-not only for me as I laugh and applaud, but for the neighbors who sit on their porch and chuckle along with me. Today he decided that he wants to sleep outside in a tent, under the moon and stars and "watch the night change to daytime." While we were in Philadelphia this weekend he couldn't help but watch Remy do her baby girl things.  He stood close to her and laughed when she laughed, and commented on how "bouncy and springy" her hair was.  He told someone yesterday tha...

I finally met up with my health coach jenny on Friday.  How is my health coming?  I dont think its any different to be honest.  I know what and when and how I am supposed to eat.  But no one else is putting the food into my mouth other than me.  I am the cook, the purchaser, the grocery store soldier.  So my choice to eat fruit bars versus a peach, plum or pear is just that... my choice. Leading to my choice on a daily basis to add to my chance to live longer.  I see the food choices I make as a direct relationship to my early demise. The particular foods I choose will be my end.  I will be standing at the precupice of death holding a bag of cheez doodles with a plastic bag containing styrofoam boxes of leftovers from my last dinner/lunch/snack out. As I eat these poor choices I am usually thinking about how and why I deserve these things. Then of course I think about how I am going to stop eating this "bad" thing early. Followed by the stan...