Thank you dear Tru
Im starting my day off quite happy
I sneaked a peak at my scale because son left it out from last night, and I kinda lost another pound, shhh! I cant record it though, until Monday. I mean, I could gain it all back by then, and that wouldnt be good to record it before its time. he. he . he
Im going to eat well today and walk here after my pulse comes down a little. MAN I hope my pressure stays up today!
I am having my sister come over today, (yay!) and we are planning for a girl's night out.

Its ok though, She wanted to go to a bar and grill for a few margaritas, and dinner, and I just told her Id be designated driver(she alllways was for me in the past) and let her have a jolly ol time. Shes a nut anyway when she parties. So, I get to have fun, make good choices tonight for a meal, designate 3 lite beers when we get home, and not feel an ounce of guilt for the fun! Nope. Not a bit. Ill be right back on track in the morning, because I refuse to let myself or anyone else down! But I also gotta live! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For safe measure, Maybe Ill do four miles this morning, and if I feel up to it, tackle..*gulp* 'Killer Hill". Oh God, Killer flippin Hill
Two years ago, on a deserted road not far from my home, I was merrily walking along when all of a sudden! I saw it. Looming ahead of me. The steepest meanest hill ya ever did see. The kind of hill that took 9 yr olds on bikes and left them crying for their mothers at the bottom. The "Killer' takes no prisoners, just victims..I stood at the top of the monster and took a step. Down down down into the abyss I stepped. I carefully placed my feet on the hot asphalt because to slap my feet on it was to cause shin splints. A mere side trap the 'HiLL" would give to you, because going down seemed so, so easy. Ha!
As I got to the bottom, I looked ahead. Determined. Unwavering. I began to step onto the monster and the first ten steps seemed not-so-bad.But as I raised each leg, one after the other, it began. My torture. My breathing becoming labored and my lungs filling to bursting. My legs becoming increasingly heavy, and my feet unsure if it would step forward even one more time. Half way up the beast, I stop. Not conquered, not defeated, merely half dead. I look around and survey the surreal surroundings about me. The beauty of the trees and the smell of the cedar in the air is invigorating. My breath is caught, and I push ever forward. Eyes steady on a mailbox to the left now, dangling like a carrot in front of me at the top. I push. I heave. I cry. I cry for Mommy.
I want this, though. I want this hill. I WILL kill the beast! I fall. I crawl. I am but steps away from the pole below the mailbox on a rural route in Texas. I wonder if my head will explode. I reach out. I TOUCH the mailbox! I almost hear applause, and realize its my own head deflating of oxygen. I look back down. I did it. I murdered the monster.
Yup, its been two whole years since my last rendevous with ol Kiiller. I think I may give him a visit.
