Fighting sugar on the way to remaking myself.There's a mantra for that.

O.K. This is what has come into my house in the last week:

Ten excessively frosted cupcakes.
A jar of Nutella. Honestly, who does that- take a jar of Nutella to someone who is dieting?
A bag of Halloween candy as big as a three year old.
Several Godiva bars.
Vanilla ice cream.
The making of a pancake breakfast. That happens tomorrow.

This sugar excess is the star-crossed combination of Halloween and my daughter's birthday.

Oh, I forgot. Cokes. I gave up Diet Coke a few weeks ago. Not a sip since. Diet carbonated drinks are horrible for you and contribute to belly bloat.  Went off them cold turkey. There is now a 6 pack in the fridge. I don't know who I have to thank for that, since no one else in the family drinks them.

On the positive side, I went back to doing Yoga, along with my thrice weekly workouts with a trainer, so now I am not only stronger and can kick some butt, I can do it calmly. I also taught my trainer to use a mantra and how to visualize the floating horizon so he can go to sleep almost instantly. No "monkey mind."

So  you can see, I've been busy, with the meditating and all, and haven't blogged. And all on de-caf, too. That's necessary if I am to get to bed before ten. I can't believe this person is me,  after thinking 2 a.m.was a reasonable bedtime for most of my life. Tonight I am up way too late so I can write this and watch the Cardinals lose. They were wonderful until they forgot how to play baseball, and  the Red Sox probably deserved to win, but it is still a sad outcome in this house.

Next time, back to Jack, my hometown friend, enigma, stranger, wandering soul. It has taken me a long time to  attempt objectivity, but who can be objective about parts of your own heart.