A Smidjin at a time

I have always loved the idea of hiking. Getting out in God's creation and enjoying while getting a good workout in and hanging out with friends. I just haven't done it in YEARS, and I am so not exagerating there. And part of that was that I knew I was way to out of shape, plus I knew what search and rescue would have to do to try to get me out of whatever situation I got myself into (asthma attack at the bottom of some canyon and all the roads are at the top) and I didn't want to do that to them. But along came last friday. I went and spent the day "Living life on the edge" as my friend Teri put it. We went up to Multnomah Falls, but we took the "Old Historic Highway" there so we saw several falls. First stop was the "Portland Womens Forum" which if you ask me is an odd name for viewpoint. But we had said that we were "tourists" that day and therefore if it was a viewpoint we were gonna view. After some viewing and picture taking we g

Pretty much everywhere. Having a hard time getting the scale to move downwards, not wanting to "eat healthy", not really wanting to go to the gym or try to go for a "run". Really feeling inspired to to craft, but that would mean finishing cleaning my craft room. I know if i just start cleaning it would actually count as "working out", and with a clean room I would maybe even finish some of the crafts I have started. Feeling like I was working out would prompt me to go to the gym and workout, and a good workout would prompt more healthy eating. And when I feel healthy and I tend to craft more. It's like a like a spinning merry go-round that doesn't stop and I have to find a way to jump on it while it's spinning.

I promise this will lead to weight loss journey story telling, just bare with me. I was watching the show Criminal Minds tonight (repeat of course) and it was one my my favorite to hate episodes, favorite in that the acting and quotes are amazing, hate in that they got rid of my favorite character. She ends the episode with the following quote: I'm thankful for my years spent with this family, for everything we shared, every chance we had to grow. I'll take the best of them with me and lead by their example wherever I go. A friend told me to be honest with you, so here it goes. This isn't what I want, but I'll take the high road. Maybe it's because I look at everything as a lesson, or because I don't want to walk around angry, or maybe it's because I finally understand. There are things we don't want to happen, but have to accept. Things we don't want to know, but have to learn. And people we can't live without, but have to let go. I don't wa