Rosemary, WI

I love the flavor of rosemary and have two very healthy bushes of it snuggled right next to the house.  Friends who live in the area are envious of my plants which don't seem to be affected adversely by our cold, snowy winters  or the hot, humid summers.   I have several recipes that feature my fresh rosemary--my favorites are roasted red potatoes, roasted pork tenderloin, and kebabs skewered on rosemary sticks.  Mmmm.  They  are flowering now with lovely, lavender-blue flowers that I happily include in any recipe.

I chose to feature rosemary today because it is also associated with remembrance.  "There's rosemary; that's for remembrance," to quote Shakespeare (Hamlet).  In the language of flowers, it was used in wedding arrangements to signify that the couple would remember their marriage vows.  It was also used in funeral arrangements to symbolize that we will remember the deceased.

I use it today for a much less serious idea.  I want to remind myself to remember the progress I am making.   I had what my leader calls a "maintenance practice week" this week.  At my WI, my weight was exactly the same.  Whereas I was very happy with that number last week, this week that exact same number has lost its shine.  I know, in my head, that this is fine, not a problem, and not a reason to give up or comfort myself with sugar, and that next week, or even the week after that my scale will show the progress I'm making.  For now, though, I'm hanging on to my rosemary thoughts.

I need to remember that:

I have lost 22 pounds since the beginning of May.
My skinny clothes are beginning to fit again.
I've lost inches from hips, waist, bust, thighs and arms.
I'm exercising for at least 45 minutes a day every day of the week.
I've adopted many healthy habits that are becoming part of the way I live.
The sport-bra thing.  :-)
I like catching glimpses of myself in the mirror and noticing that my face is thinner.
My BP is wonderfully low, both upper and lower numbers, without any medication.
I have run over 50 miles each month since May, and will run 70 miles this month!
The scale is "not the boss of me" and shouldn't and won't dictate my mood for the week, day, or hour.

AND, there are many, many happy, good, wonderful things in my life that have nothing to do with that number on the scale--this morning my BFF welcomed her first little granddaughter into the world.

Happy Birth Day, little Grace Elizabeth!

Thank you for listening, dear Bloggy Friends.   What happy, good thing do you remember to remember when other things try to get you down?



186.2