I got home from Weight Watchers, poured myself a cup of coffee and told my mom I was going outside to commune with nature. Switching on the fountain, I sat down to enjoy the delicious tranquility of my backyard. Wisteria plants are in full bloom; wrapping around the patio post and covering the trellis behind the fountain. The profusion of purple blossoms is a treat to both the visual and olfactory senses. Unfortunately the bees are attracted as well.
For a couple of years we have seen huge black bees, some the size of a small walnut, darting across the yard plant to plant, the patio becoming the center of their flight path. We assumed they were bumblebees but after a little research it appears they are Carpenter bees. If that is true the males do not sting. That is a bit of a relief but I am still not comfortable with them zooming by interrupting my Zen moment. According to Google, they burrow into wood but do not eat it like a termite does. That is also good to know.
Before I went outside, I told my mom I hoped the bees would leave me alone. I came in a few minutes later explaining that the bees were out and flitting around wildly. She said, “I was going to ask if the bees won.”
“They won,” I said.
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My weight stayed the same this week and of course I was disappointed at first. I only needed to lose six tenths of a pound to reach my fifteen-pound mark. Then I realized that staying the same exact weight is not an easy task since the scale weighs to a tenth of a pound. That is crazy. I followed the plan, actually not using all my points each day and I wore a different top at weigh in. I normally wear the same pants and top each week but the tee I wear was in the wash. I also went on a hike with my cancer support group. There are so many variables and yet my weight stayed exactly the same. That almost seems physically impossible.
I am trying really hard not to get discouraged by my extremely slow weight loss. I have complained about it so much I am sure people are tired of listening to me. I am going to accept it and continue to move forward. There is no choice; I need to eat healthy to stay healthy. That is the most important part of this effort. I am also tired of people pointing out that it is harder to lose weight as we age. I get it; I am not a spring chicken anymore. But you know other than a few aches and pains, I still feel like a spring chicken.
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Happy Easter!
