This weekend was wonderful, Saturday I had the grand baby (he will be 8 months next week) and we had a great day although he doesn’t share my love of shoes…in fact he’s terrified of them…we’ll have to work on that. LOL Then my husband and I spent a quiet evening at home just enjoying each others company.

Yesterday was also a great day. I had purchased tickets for Jeff Dunham (the puppet guy; Peanut, Walter, Jose Jalapeño “on a stick”) months ago for my husband’s fathers day gift and have been a bit nervous about what his reaction may be. My husband is very frugal and the tickets weren’t cheap, but he loved them! SCORE!!!!

The day was just perfect, he relaxed early on then we went to his Dad’s house where in lieu of the traditional BBQ his dad wanted pizza. His dad is handicapped, he doesn’t get out much or as much as we would like him too, he’s self conscious of his appearance being an amputee and physical limitations due to arthritis. Our girls, their guys, grandson and two of my three grandpuppies all came over to celebrate the fathers in our family.

My oldest recently took a job as a cake decorator at a supermarket nearby (she went to Vo-tech for culinary and switched to pastry) and she brought a cake dressed to look like a cheeseburger. I was good to a point…I had packed my dinner and brought it with me, but she was so proud of the cake she made and just wanted me to try it…I did have 267 calories left to eat before the night was over so I did. It was very good but I found I couldn’t finish it because it was too sweet (I used to live for the icing but haven’t had artificial sugar in a month) and I instantly felt guilty. I got nervous because just yesterday morning I broke a weight barrier getting down to 218.3 lbs. I was struggling with the questions was I supporting my daughter or falling into old habits of self sabotage? I didn’t go home and run laps around the yard, or run up and down the stairs to burn it off as I initially thought I would. I decided it was just a piece of cake, it had no power unless I gave it power, so I moved on and enjoyed the rest of the night, knowing and accepting today’s number on the scale may be up but it will come back down as long as I continue to work my program.

The high point of the evening was when I was standing next to my husband in the kitchen, he was playing with the baby, and I watched (almost like I was outside looking in) our girls, their guys and my father-in-law talk and laugh. I turned to him and said look at how lucky we are. He said “this is just the most perfect day” and it was…our girls who from age 13 & 15 until about two years ago (now 25 & 23) hated each other, couldn’t be in the same room and couldn’t get through any family gathering without a fight are now like they used to be when they were little girls…SISTERS & close FRIENDS. The birth of my grandson last year and my Mother’s passing in January cemented their relationship as they leaned on each other and became closer than ever.

My husband said this is all he ever wanted. It was the perfect day and I didn’t let that one piece of cake ruin the evening and we all had our cake and ate it too!

“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
~ ~ Wayne Dyer

Have a wonderful week everyone!