Blessings

I still can't believe I'm in this beautiful house with a garden in a quiet little suburb amongst the trees. I walk down the steps at night sometimes to check on our barn cats. I unlock the front door, then the side door, and step outside, into the clean air. The grasshoppers are chirping, but there is no other noise. I walk up to the sun room, my studio, and look out from there too. I look at the yard, the patio, my garden, and I say, "It's mine." I look around at this beautiful house and I feel so lucky, so blessed.
I have lost weight recently. I work at it hard, and I pray for it to continue. I know I am a sugar addict as well as an overeater. I'm a small person with a huge desire to taste, to enjoy the food. I like to eat--a lot. So I ask my family and the spirits who attend me, to help me, to give me discipline, and the will to eat healthy. I have to think every time I consider food and the consequences of that food. It's not really voluntary, but my weight is destroying my joints, my feet, my lungs, etc. For a long time, my butt has looked like a table and my belly looks pregnant. My thighs are beginning to have dimpling all the way down to my knees and the skin on my upper arms is hanging. I now have a double chin that does not complement the lines forming on my face.
I appreciate this lovely house even more for the privacy it affords me. Dressed in my painted up work too-tight clothes, I can walk around my garden, sit on my deck and rock on the swing, or read underneath my trees on the brick patio. I'll feel more confident about my body when the fat melts off, God willing, but being in the process of losing it, and living in the house of my dreams, is wonderful. I'm still amazed.