1) Low sugar oatmeal, two packages with raisins
Put in the microwave for 1 minute and 50 seconds on high.
2) One Dannon light & fit smoothie
3) One weight watchers Amaretto Cheesecake nonfat yogurt
4) One cup of Earl Gray tea with one package of sweet & low

Seven Points on the Weight Watchers plan. It's very healthy, and though I wouldn't eat a big lunch with this sort of breakfast, it tastes fabulous!

In November of 2005, I started attending Weight Watchers with my wife. I am now down over one hundred and fifty six pounds! On Monday, March 5th I'll achieve Weight Watcher lifetime membership.

Moreover, I did all, eating very tasty food.

Sometime you have to remember your victories and not just your defeats!
 

I pick up the daisy with its yellow leaves.

I pluck one, 'I'll loose my job.'
I pluck another, 'I won't loose my job.'
Again, 'I'll loose my job.'
'I won't loose my job.'

Then decide this is a silly way to worry and fret.
I flush the artificial daisy down the toilet, waving to it as it rides the waves down.

It's corporate absorption time at my place of employment. One in which it's hard to imagine my job existing in twelve to eighteen months. The situation is not hopeless, but having been so close to the streets at an earlier time in my life, the thought of being there again is terrifying. You work hard, succeed beyond your wildest dreams, and then find yourself plucking a plastic daisy over a toilet. Fortunately, as the cliché goes, it’s not over till the fat lady sings.

Maybe, just maybe, I can write a break though bestseller before I loose my job. Barnes and Nobles could put my book for sale in the bestseller section. Poor reason to write though, as my chances of that is about the same as my becoming the William Shakespeare of the twentieth century. The lottery, I could spend every cent I have on the lottery. However, why do I suspect I'd just wake from that daydream a whole lot closer to the poor house? Still, it’s fun to imagine what I could do with a billion dollars.

All right, let’s balance this little blog out with some perspective. I've got a friend whose bodily organs are shutting down. On a bad day, his body swells with fluids that take him from a size 28 to a size 38 pants. A co-worker's husband went hunting, got shot in the eye, and might never see again. Another friends boss is making huge money, but is in so much debt and has such a high alimony payment that he's living out of a car. Due to corporate fraternization rules and plain 'ol pride, he accepts help from no one. My biological father has a disease that will leave him unable to move in a year or two. In the realm of bad things, I've got it pretty good in comparison.
 

Thought for the day:

Some days I want to charge out and wrestle with the world, forcing it to concede that dreams can be real and success goes not to the brightest and best, but to those who dare dream the wildest. Other days, it throws me to the ground, kicks the referee out of the game, and plays dirty with my mind. On the first sort of day, there is no need to hide under the blankets. On the second sort of day, there is no need to leave. The good thing is that life contains a mixture of both. Who wants to live life without the excitement of a crusade or two, or without that wonderful feeling of being warm beneath the blankets, when it is very cold on the other side?

Imagine the picture of a small, tan-colored, short-haired cocker-spaniel and retriever mix leaping into the air, mouth open, tongue flooping out. A dog named Cassie, paws extended, high above the grass, reaching for the tennis ball that looks impossibly out of her reach. Freeze the frame. Snap the picture. Stick it away, for one of those times, when it's hard to get up the steps, much less leap for the clouds. Maybe the bravest moments in the universe occur not among the clouds, but going up the stairs after its gotten hard. It is so sad that dogs and people grow old. But I've only found one alternative to growing old, so I guess I'll celebrate the better of the two options.