Yesterday

Yesterday was the proverbial "bad day".  I felt like one of those punching bags that keeps popping back up after taking repeated hits.

It started out with disaster (2 pounds higher!) on the scale (a result of gluttony at some of my favorite eateries with the kids and the cousins) and moved on from there.  I will spare you most of the sorry details Dear Diary except that I learned a dear soul, Al Simon, died Thursday night at 65.  He was slightly less than a friend but more than an acquaintance and I liked and respected him so much and looked forward to his witty insights at our periodic lunches.   That news was the final blow that flattened me.

So how did I react?  I scrubbed off my makeup and took to bed and declared myself officially "finished" for the day.  That was at about 4 pm.  At around 6 pm I had had enough of feeling sorry for myself and flipped the energy switch to "on".  I got dressed, fixed my hair and makeup, tidied up the house, grabbed hubby and went to Friday night services.  A great decision!  My beautiful 'happy place", seeing people I care about and welcoming Shabbat with candles, prayer and song turned my whole day around.

Today the scale is down to my "normal", one problem from yesterday has been resolved, and I am looking forward to a fun day with the cousins at the Festival and seeing the Doo-Wop All-Stars tonight at the Seminole Coconut Creek Casino. 

Take THAT punching bag!!  ;-)