I think my weight is starting to distort the vision that I once had. It’s making it harder for me to see the possibility in things. It’s like I have these layers of build up on my brain and it impairs my ability to see what’s on the horizon ahead of me.

The first few minutes felt like I was trying to navigate through quick sand. Like I was running in slow motion. Then (for some reason) that feeling subsided and I just started running full force. The pursuit caused me to change course a few times as I was trying to evade the unknown.

The other day, while I was at a red light, I was struck with serious emotion observing a guide dog helping it's visually impaired owner with her daily errands. I was in awe at the faith this woman had in the animal, as well as the concern and devotion this caring canine had for it's owner.

While my grandma's embroidery mistakes were easy to create and difficult to undo, my child’s knitting mishaps are the complete opposite. Difficult to create and easily undone. All they have to do is yank on the end and away it goes.

I have a confession to make. I’m not writing this blog to help me lose weight. I am writing it to help me loose Chuck. I know! Chuck who? Well it’s kinda hard to explain but I’ll do my best, because I feel that you deserve the truth. You’ve been so good to me and I want to make sure that we have full disclosure here. 


This ritual went on for a few years until it eventually gave up the ghost when the engine block cracked from the stress of me not fixing the thermostat. It was quite a lesson to learn about addressing problems when they arise and not ignoring them.