Why is a portion for me ....

.... an empty Ben & Jerry's container?  Or an empty Fig Newman's bag?   Or more commonly these days - an empty plate that had been filled with reasonably healthy food?

It doesn't matter if my stomach is telling me I've had enough, more often than not, I will eat way past my limits to reach the end of the food source.

I don't know why this is.  I do know that this behavior (is it a neurosis?) is definitely hammering my ability to successfully manage my weight.

On to other news - I'm still keeping my activity on the blog at a minimum.  If in my journaling, I uncover something I think merits putting out in the public space, I will.  Unfortunately, my self-imposed leave of absence from the wired world of weight management blogging prohibits my actively reading and responding to my fellow bloggers.  It's not that I don't care.  I do.  And I also care about finding a path for me that works.   And my intuition is telling me to pretty much be quiet with my journey.  I'm following that for now.

So until the next 'public worthy' insight or musing finds it way out of my head, I wish you peace in your own journeys.

-Maura

Taking a break

I'm taking a break from public blogging for a while.   I realized yesterday that I have a good bit of inner work to do  - and for me, that's best done through old fashioned journaling - using pen and paper.   Unfortunately, I don't have time to do both.

Blessed

Life has a way of helping you keep things in perspective. The father of one of our team maintenance members on MFD died this weekend. As much loved as Mickey and Scute were/are - they were cats. In the grand scheme of things, I am blessed:

My parents are both still alive, still married to one another after 54 years and in reasonably good health for their ages.

My brothers and their families are healthy

I am healthy enough.

D and I both are employed, live in a nice home, in a nice neighborhoods, etc. We really want for nothing. We don't grumble over not having enough money to buy food.

So yes, I have been through a lot these past couple of years. The worst of which has been fear that some of those blessings will be snatched from under our feet. But in the grand scheme of things, I am very much blessed. My heart reaches out to my fellow MFD'er in sympathy and gratefulness. Through her loss, I was able to see how much I truly have to be grateful for.