Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Changing Habits....
This writing prompt is for:
I have a love/hate relationship with the kitchen. I love it because we always gather there for meals, chats, and just hang out and play games. It's warm and comforting. It is a safe place to tell your secrets, share your fears and enjoy a good meal or snack all at the same time.
I hate it because it is my place of weakness. It is where sugary cookies and salty cheese hang out. For many years I would sneak in at night and give in to my greedy friends. I would tell them my secrets and insecurities but they wouldn't reward me with wise words. They would give me guilt, high cholesterol and many added pounds to my petite figure.
Then I met my husband. We were a perfect match. His love was meat and potatoes, mine was juicy and mayonnaise laden BLT sandwiches. Then we had three children and passed down our love of food to them. We were showing the boys that love was food. Love was crispy toast, hot, greasy bacon and it enveloped our family like a bad disease. Until one day it clicked.
My husband came home from coaching football practice and showed his concern for our youngest. He always came in last during the laps and the other kids were starting to make fun of him. We had to stop this cycle before his health got really out of hand and make a lifestyle change.
It was hard at first. It was hard to remove the foods that we loved and craved from the house and switch them over to healthier versions. Fruit and veggies now became part of our beloved family while we "disowned" the bad eggs....bacon, white breads, potatoes and all the cookies and candies were banished from the house. We did it though. We made the change necessary for our family's health and we couldn't feel better, literally and physically!
My husband has lost 70 pounds, I have lost 20 pounds and the kids are no longer last in laps. Goodbye BLT's, hello veggie wraps!!!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
GLEE - Full Performance of "I Will Always Love You" airing TUE 2/14
No matter who sings this song, I get goosebumps.....you know when you hear a song you always associate it with a time in your life...I will always remember a hot day in Puerto Rico driving down the road and this song came on the radio, making the first decision of many to follow, which led me to where I am today. sorry, a little emotional today :)
Friday, February 10, 2012
Reflections.....
This is a fictional piece of writing for http://writeonedge.com/
There is only one table occupied tonight. The weather channel has been on the t.v. behind the bar all afternoon covering the snowstorm. The city has come to a standstill. Liza gets up from one of the tables in the back of the restaurant where she has been filling salt and pepper shakers for the last half hour. She walks over to the bay window wondering what the hell has happened to her life.
"Wow", she thinks out loud. "Who would have thought I would be waiting tables at my age?" She thinks about all the "what ifs" she could have done and the "why's" that led her down this road.
Two years ago, she was a writer for the local newspaper, and a good one at that. She had the handsome, athletic boyfriend on her arm, going to all the jumping parties and the late night dinners at swanky restaurants. She had a cute townhouse that was decorated in the shabby chic theme that was all the rage. She was popular and having the time of her life. She didn't realize it then, but of course now she does, that as one drink was leading to others, her love of alcohol was leading her to addiction. And it was that addiction that led her here. To an empty restaurant, no money, no boyfriend and almost all of her friends gone. She threw it all away because she loved her precious booze more than herself. She chose alcohol over herself and everyone who cared about her. She didn't see what it was doing to her life and her career. She only saw the want and need of the warm liquid rolling slowly down the back of her throat and the immediate comfort it gave to her.
She looks at her reflection and wonders if she should try and call him again. "no", she whispers, it's to late and he will probably just hang up again for the hundredth time. Instead she dials another number. "Hello, Barb?" She pauses. "Yes, it's me. I was just having a tough time tonight and wanted to talk".
Liza sits down at the table picking up the salt shaker where she left off. With the phone in one hand and the salt in the other she thanks her sponsor for always being there for her......
There is only one table occupied tonight. The weather channel has been on the t.v. behind the bar all afternoon covering the snowstorm. The city has come to a standstill. Liza gets up from one of the tables in the back of the restaurant where she has been filling salt and pepper shakers for the last half hour. She walks over to the bay window wondering what the hell has happened to her life.
"Wow", she thinks out loud. "Who would have thought I would be waiting tables at my age?" She thinks about all the "what ifs" she could have done and the "why's" that led her down this road.
Two years ago, she was a writer for the local newspaper, and a good one at that. She had the handsome, athletic boyfriend on her arm, going to all the jumping parties and the late night dinners at swanky restaurants. She had a cute townhouse that was decorated in the shabby chic theme that was all the rage. She was popular and having the time of her life. She didn't realize it then, but of course now she does, that as one drink was leading to others, her love of alcohol was leading her to addiction. And it was that addiction that led her here. To an empty restaurant, no money, no boyfriend and almost all of her friends gone. She threw it all away because she loved her precious booze more than herself. She chose alcohol over herself and everyone who cared about her. She didn't see what it was doing to her life and her career. She only saw the want and need of the warm liquid rolling slowly down the back of her throat and the immediate comfort it gave to her.
She looks at her reflection and wonders if she should try and call him again. "no", she whispers, it's to late and he will probably just hang up again for the hundredth time. Instead she dials another number. "Hello, Barb?" She pauses. "Yes, it's me. I was just having a tough time tonight and wanted to talk".
Liza sits down at the table picking up the salt shaker where she left off. With the phone in one hand and the salt in the other she thanks her sponsor for always being there for her......
Pick four numbers, each between 1 and 10.
Write them down so you remember.
Then take the four elements and combine them into a short story.
All four you picked MUST be your main elements, but you can add in other characters, settings, times and situations. 500 word limit.
I picked:
4. a waitress
4. a restaurant
9. in the middle of a snowstorm
7. Reminiscing on how things change
Friday, February 03, 2012
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