Pink Glitter Slippers

The sun is shining through my bedroom window.  It's chilly outside, about 4 degrees Celsius but the light reflects on the sequins of my new pink glitter slippers.  I slide them on my size 6 feet and just for a second or two I feel like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, before I stomp to the kitchen to fix breakfast!
My little sister Maureen surprised me with my glitter slippers just over a week ago.  She said she laughed when she saw them displayed in the shop and went back and bought them for me.  She wrapped them lovingly in a décor box.  That was my Dorothy moment.  A tear formed in the corner of my eye blurring my vision.  A moment to forever remember.
I'm not really a glitter person but I love these slippers.  In my often drab life they bring a smile to my face.  I am mesmerised when the light plays and dances upon them making them sparkle.  They take on a life of their own.  I've even posted them on Facebook for my family and friends to marvel at (or scratch their heads and wonder about my sanity!)
Little sister stayed overnight recently when she wasn't well.  My glitter slippers were of no help to her.  I did what I know best; I tempted her with food. In our family when all else fails - feed the problem!
So I did.  I fed little sister, paracetamol, anti-histamine and anything (not meds) she felt like eating or drinking.  I made her mango chicken curry which she couldn't eat and cupcakes with icing and strawberries.  I offered her lemonade and icy poles.
What I really wanted was a magic wand which I could wave around like a mad woman and it would cure her ills and make her whole again.  Yes, a fairy tale, an instant miracle but life is not like that.
Fortunately Maureen is recovering with the help of her doctor.  It is a miracle itself what medical science has already achieved. 
Thank you little sister for my lovely glitter slippers, I'm so pleased you're recovering.

A Pearl of Wisdom

Mel and I visited her GP today to for a repeat prescription. Her regular GP was on holiday. We saw an Indian doctor instead. She appeared composed and spoke confidently without haste.

We briefly discussed Mel's grief. She asked how Mel was handling her grief and stated as all good people do that time is a great healer. We all know this. I turned off  my attention until she unexpectedly shared a pearl of wisdom. 

My ears pricked up, I was alert once more.

The doctor merely stated; when you receive bad news let it rest for a few days before acting on it.  How often do we react right away to negative situations? I know how easy it is to do. Emotions often rule our lives and dictate how others see us.

Oh the sweetness of control, wisdom and patience. Not that I could guarantee I have any of these attributes but maybe when the time arrives I might just remember the pearl of wisdom from this amazing doctor.

Sneaky Snickers

It was raining on Thursday.  It was chilly cold and so very horrid.  It was not a day for a walk in the park.  Mel and I went to the gym instead.  She did her hourly gym program complete with weird machines and weights while I pushed myself to complete 30 minutes on the treadmill watching last night's TV without the sound.  I finished before Mel and headed for the café to read the local newspaper.
I've added a bit of weight in the last few months and Spring is just around the corner.  I decided to weigh myself the following morning.  It wasn't my goal weight which I wanted but better than last month.
I later went shopping at Aldi before lunch.  Never a good time to shop but there I was thirty minutes from home in need of a couple of Aldi specials.
There was no parking near by so I grabbed some shopping bags and walked five minutes to the store.  Soon my list was crossed off and a number of other goodies unexpectedly jumped into my bag.  I can never figure that bit out.
By the time I queued up at the check out the chocolate bars were shouting at me.  I had a choice between some unknown chocolate roll stuffed with toffee (never good for my teeth) or a double sized Snickers bar.  I snatched the Snickers and wedged it among my goodies on the conveyer belt.
I threw my shopping in the boot of my car, everything that was except the Snickers bar.  It sat right next to me until I ripped off the top with my teeth and ate one of the two bars. Devoured in seconds before my key even made it to the ignition.
Ohhhh yummy I purred. 
Oh no, I later groaned (thinking of those calories and the scales)
I didn't want to go the gym later.  It was cold outside but I grudgingly pulled on my brand new gym leggings, hung my larnyard with gym card attached around my pulsating neck.   Another 30 minutes on the treadmill and I'm done and on the way home.  At least I'm no longer cold.
The next morning I pull out the scales.  I know its going to be bad, really bad.  I step gingerly on the scales.  I have lost 200 grams. 
WOW!  I exclaim.  I can lose weight eating Snickers.  It's going to be a good day.
By lunchtime I'm hungry (yes I had breakfast) and I eye off the other half of the Snickers bar.  I'm not going to the gym today as Merv is home.  I pour myself a wine and devour the other half of my hidden Snickers bar.  Oh I feel so naughty and nice!
The next day I feel terrible.  What have I done.  How did one (oversized) Snickers bar make me paranoid?  I deserve nothing good.  I close my eyes, step on my scales but I can't get excited.
Have I really lost another 200 grams? 
'Liar'  I say, 'No one loses weight eating a Snickers Bar.'  
I hide the scales.  I'm not going to weigh myself tomorrow because I'm all out of Snickers Bars.  I expect I've added a kilo or two or three....