I got some bad news last night. My cousin died. A sudden death, or any death that hits close to home for that matter, sets me on end. It's like, who cares if I eat a pound of chocolate, I could die tomorrow and the sacrifice would have been for nothing. But that's stinkin' thinkin'. It's not about how much chocolate we do or do not eat in our lifetime. Chocolate isn't even the real problem now, is it? It's about quality of life. I can't add a single second to Cindy's life by making mine worse. And I definitely can't add a single second to my own by worrying and throwing my whole program to the winds.
I fully intended to go out running this morning. But I put it off. As it turned out, my brother, whom I have lost touch with over the last few years, returned my call about Cindy. We had a long talk. I regret that we have lost touch, and he is struggling in this economy. No one really understands the dynamics of the family in which I grew up. But long story short, there is no loss without some gain. I like to think that Cindy is smiling down, glad that Bob and I spoke.
I didn't get outside today, but my resolve is strengthened to get my eating back on track. Sugar is such a demon in my life.
There's not much to read today. I'm dealing with my grief by heading for my quilting room. That is a huge change from heading for the M&Ms. I guess I am making some progress.
Again, I want to thank all of the kind ladies who comment on my blog. Your support is very precious to me.