Be Happy. Have a the Cake
Today's epiphany. I had a cuppa coffee and a chat with a colleague who was once physically fit and active, but no longer. About splitting a humungous slice of cake, he said something like, ‘I really shouldn’t, I’m trying to lose weight, ” apologetically patting his stomach with both hands. It occurred to me that his physical appearance and softness is something new to him. As hes inly been an executive for a few years, in this stage of his middle age. He was a tall muscular active-duty officer for the prior 30 years of his li…
Mindful Eating Day 2...
Today's mid-morning snack consisted of mixed nuts and a date...not tossed in by the handful Day 2: Not a full post, but a few observations, as I have just finished an afternoon snack: Recognize when I'm hungry. Rather than sticking to a habitual eating routine (based on the clock), I have opted to eat when I feel hunger. So rather than nibble may way through a mid-morning snack at 830, and then lunch at 11, I waited to feel hungry. Finish one bite before starting another: this seems silly, but It occurs to me that I rarely do this…
Trapped by a Monologuer
Has this ever happened to you? You've asked someone a question, and they answer, and answer, and answer with blatant disregard for your time. The answerer is so chuffed at the prospect of discussing themselves, or their general biography, pet peeve, their pet, or what-have-you, that they continue to speak for several minutes…winding out an egocentric monologue in the middle of your day. Your tea cools, and friends inconsiderately do not text or call you. Next thing you know thirty minutes have passed before they catch themselves in mid-v…
PoeM: I too want Maltesers
A month ago, I went to our local supermarket to pick up my daily packet of candy and a few odds and ends. The candy wasn't in stock, so I tried again every other day for a week. Then every week until I learned that Giant will no longer carry this particular international malted milk ball. I am so shattered by the news I need to write a poem about my love for this confectionery, now missing from my life. Here is another original, non-rhyming poem: my love once described being without me in the metaphor of our favorite chocolate treat he s…
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