Thursday, August 18, 2011
Life in a fishbowl!
I have to admit I love to blog. I discovered when I started this blog, that I really enjoy writing. This blog started out as a way to journal and connect to others following a low sugar, low carb eating plan and trying to lose weight. But besides that, I'm finding that I want to talk about other things going on in my life. I hope you will indulge me when I do because I that's part of who I am too. I love reading all the blogs I follow, and besides the great tips and motivation I get, I really like feeling connected to what others are doing in their lives.
This was weigh in week and I am up a pound. I realized when you are trying something different, people look to you to see if what you are doing is working. Many of you can claim to have not just talked the talk, but walked the walk as well. You've lost weight and succeeded. I struggle and sometimes I feel my credibility isn't so good because I'm not showing how well this program can really work. I struggle, fall off the wagon, get back on, fall again. All the while I am still heading towards a goal, but my, it's a long journey! People are watching what I eat, what I don't eat and looking to see if this time I can really do it. Can I really follow this type of eating plan and make it work?
So I'm thinking that must be how Admiral Bubbles feels most days...like he's being watched. Admiral Bubbles is my fifth pet. He's a fish. I didn't really think of a fish as a pet before. Not a real pet anyway. But he needs me to feed him, clean his water, and keep him alive. He's dependent on me....so he's a pet.
He didn't start out being mine. He belonged to my son. But then he came home from college break. The trip in the car from Connecticut to Pennsylvania was hard on him. He lost his color for a long while. And that's how he ended up with me. He just couldn't make the trip back. He was stuck in PA, stuck in a fishbowl on a kitchen counter, and stuck with me!
So two years later, he is not only still alive, he's thriving. He just got upgraded to a bigger bowl. For him that was like moving from an efficiency apartment to a one bedroom condo. He watches me and I watch him. He could probably tell me all the things I'm doing wrong. He sees when I sneak alittle extra something here and there. He knows when I overdo the bad stuff. I wonder if I can teach him how to keep a food journal?
Thought for the day: You can see a lot by just looking. ~Yogi Berra