Ah . . . you know that glorious feeling; that feeling that your clothes are almost too big and your are just going to have buy a whole new set of EVERYTHING?

Me, either. But, I  like daydreaming.

However, I have to say the petite sizes I bought a few months ago are feeling . . . comfy, just not yet shapeless and ridiculous. It’s a continuing affirmation of a glorious feeling that I truly am doing something good for myself.

I like the concreteness of looser clothes. Having more energy, less joint discomfort, and clear thoughts (sometimes) . . . goes away. Although overall, I know I am in better shape than this time last year.

But at my age, things can go south unexpectedly. (That’s a scary fact!)

Two women I know — slim, trim, and sveltely silver citizens — fell, doing routine maneuvers: nobody was attempting a rock-climbing wall, or marathon run. An out of the blue fall can do more than break bones; a fall can  affect our spirits, too. (Get the Facts on Falls)

And still Doug and I we walk at night . . . maybe we are part vampire?

No, there is something thrilling about walking in chilly starlight with my boyfriend. Of course, we wear reflectors and carry flashlights, and we really don’t go far.

But why we can’t get out at mid-day is a mystery. Perhaps the deepening cold and damp that winter in Maryland brings will adjust our walking clocks.

Anyway today, while I can change, keep me changing me, Lord.

Help me remember that the glorious feeling of looser clothes, better health, and departed pounds may not add time to my life, but they mean an improved chance to enjoy the time I have.

gloriousToday I am enjoying a glorious feeling, and I will rest on an unchanging fact that small changes matter.

Nope, I am with the psalmist who wrote:

You crown the year with a bountiful harvest;
even the hard pathways overflow with abundance. (Psalm 65:11 TLB)

Or, with the translation  of that verse that made me laugh aloud because of it smacked me upside my head with an unchanging fact:

You have crowned the year with Your bounty,
    And Your paths drip with fatness. (Psalm 65:11 NASB)

Hopefully departing fatness!

Keep my eyes open, Lord, to the better choices You offer this day.


Food, Glorious Food!

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