Pressure

As usual -- there is PRESSURE from an un-named, directly-connected individual, blood sister to PUBLISH a blog. (That eliminates all but two of you and one is never on the computer much, so you can rule her out). As usual, with pressure, I succumbed to my competitive nature and obliged. But this picture-taking business every day of cute things my kids are doing and saying...well...let's just say NO WAY! I'm happy to photoshop my head on some runner's body, but beyond that, I'm not promising anything.

I sense I'm in a heated competition and I've already pulled a muscle. Plus, I've just eaten so anything can happen.

Speaking of which, although I'm not a morning person -- for those who already know and love me -- you've accepted this -- the best part of the morning is how you feel about yourself. This is the time when I feel thinnest. Haven't eaten yet, often spent some time digesting (too much information?) and feel amazingly thinner and feel quite certain that my fat jeans will no longer feel tight. I know, I know, it all comes to a screeching halt when we slip on the running shorts (not just made for running but for couch surfing as well...) and they feel a little snug. Maybe I should make a switch from toasted sesame bagels and butter to a nice bowl of Fiber One for a week and see if that doesn't loosen things up. Oh well. Still enjoy those minutes of hope and denial every morning...

Today is another beautiful fall-like morning, crisp and cool with a slight breeze. The leaves are starting to turn and a feeling of apple-cider is in the air. Until 1 pm when it heats up, but whatever. The Pumpkin Pie candles I have burning help create the ambience nonetheless.

Well, I'll have to start packing the camera and see if I can't lap my sister RSH (cough cough) from time to time. But I'm not nearly as clever or kitchy as her, and reading her blog, I find I'm not nearly taking enough time to smell the roses, or garden-picked flowers...should I say!

Finally, the blog is entitled "Wrinkles and Time". It was a toss-up between that and "Fiber is my Life." Still, I looked in the mirror and realized I couldn't stop either one, so I figured it's the truth, let's accept it with facials, regular massages and continue saving for the plastic surgery on my thighs. (Very expensive...I have large thighs). Mom, relax, have a little Reliv and sit down. I'm only kidding.

Well, my fiber has kicked in, gotta run...