Compulsive

April was a very interesting month around the Palatial Horvath Estate. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. One thing I learned in April is that I’m still a compulsive overeater. I was not magically cured by three months of more sensible eating.

Go figure.

As of the time of writing this blog post, I am 95 days refined sugar free. And that’s awesome. Tracking it day by day has made a chain that’s saved me more than once. Because I don’t want to break the chain, and because I want to be able to mark one more day in my book, I’ve resisted the baked goods and the ice cream. I’ve also managed to stay away from sugar or sugar-like ingredients hidden in food. Go me!

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A Brief Status Update

As you may, or may not, know (or care), I’m in the throes of several “Betsy makeover” initiatives this year. With luck, they will help me release my inner Betsy.

Roar like a lioness, Betsy! Roar!

mewwwww!

Hey, it’s a start.

Since I have taken to spewing my personal angst all over cyberspace, I thought I would give you a brief update on how I’m doing as I work towards my three main goals.

Writing

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Meditation in Motion

As part of my diabetic makeover, I’ve started walking regularly again.  This is good for me not only physically, but mentally. Walking seems to unclog my mind and gets the streams of thought and creativity flowing more freely. I’ve read somewhere that walking is called “meditation in motion”, and for me that is true.

Personally, I prefer not to listen to music while I walk. I also don’t usually walk with other people because they tend to want to talk. Or, my personality being what it is, I feel like I have to talk to them. When I’m walking, I want to think.

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An Ode to Girl Scout Cookies

Well, don’t I feel all dramatic after my last couple of blog posts? Sorry about that. I’ll just tell you that the doctor’s visit went pretty much as I feared and my diabetes is bad at the moment.

But I’ve decided that just because my diabetes is bad, and just because my debt is bad, doesn’t mean that I’m bad.  I’m feeling determined, and I’m taking steps down a healthier road. My debt makeover and my physical makeover mean this year is going to be fabulous. So there.

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No Consequences

As I was eating inappropriately for my diabetic condition to celebrate Thanksgiving, I realized something important about myself. In fact, I had what Bob Mayer would call a “moment of enlightenment”.

I have, as you may or may not know (or care), been trying to move forward in my life with varying degrees of success. After all, I’m more than half way through this thing now. I’d better get with the program if I’m going to actually be the kind of person I want to be, and achieve what I want to achieve. You only have so much time for do-overs before the referee blows the whistle and calls the game finished.

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From The Doctor’s Office

Here’s a little stream of consciousness riff on my visit to the doctor’s office this morning. Proving that you can find a blog post everywhere you go.

Time spent waiting to see doctor: 1 hour
Time spent with medical professionals (doctor and nurse): 30 minutes.
A fairly good ratio.

This was my first visit to a new doctor. My previous doctor left the firm unexpectedly due to illness and they kicked me to the curb. My doctor before that died unexpectedly from a blood clot. I spent some time while I was waiting hoping that I would not impact this new doctor’s health in any way.

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