That is how I feel today. I have no desire to do much of anything. Unfortunately there is much that needs to be tended to today. And I am the head tender.
It is days like today that I wish I had one of those metabolisms that laughed in the face of a handful of peanut M&Ms. But nope. I might as well just hot glue stuff like that straight onto my butt. Cause that is where it will end up anyway.
Weight Watchers is great. But slow. At least for me anyway. Really slow. Super slow. I want to start walking and then running and then walking. If I can find the energy.
I’ve been using a few cups of stove popped in canola oil as my WW friendly snack food. But in the last three months alone the pop corn at Costco has gone up over 5 dollars in price for the container I usually purchase.
I gotta say wondering if I can afford popcorn while friends and neighbors are heading out on vacations, attending the summer rodeos, going out to dinner and just having regular summers is starting to make me feel a bit sad.
Okay. More than just a bit.
We received word Friday that Brant’s new and very expensive bike was stolen. Reed and I spent a lot of the weekend staring at each other and wondering how we were going to come up with the cash to buy him a new one? What happens if we tell Brant’s mission president that we simply don’t have the coin to replace this bike. Would they send Brant home? Could he and his companion take turns riding on the handlebars of the one remaining bike?
The real kicker is that the money we had set aside for this mission went to medical bills. The never ending, life sucking pieces of paper our mailbox is usually full of.
Yeah. I know. I’m just a total ray of sunshine today, ain’t I? It’s a gift. Compliments of my insurance company.
I read about how Universal Health Care is the cure to all of our problems. Then I read articles on how in Germany health care under a universal plan is being rationed, because there simply isn’t enough money for everyone to receive it.
And those that get kicked off the life boat first are the elderly and kids like Parker.
So, I’m hoping for another option. One that works well for everyone.
Of course I’m not going to hold my breath or anything.
And finally. The words of wisdom I am holding close to my heart today:
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes it is a quiet voice at the end of the day, saying…. “I will try again tomorrow.” ~Mary Anne Radmacher