And we are Mind, and evermore we take
The tool of thought, and shaping what we will,
Bring forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills,
We think in secret, and it comes to pass -
Our world is but our looking glass.
-- James Allen
*On a side note*
I have written about finding the balance before. It is probably the biggest obsticle I face on this weight loss journey. I want it to be second nature -- not something I obsess and have to MAKE myself do. For all intense purposes I have accomplished way more than I am giving myself credit for. As of today I have lost a total of 38 lbs. I exercise more than I ever have -- even my worst weeks are better than my utter sedentary life of not all that long ago! I make much healthier food choices -- more whole foods and as little processed garabage as possible. I think by making that choice alone you cannot help but to become healthier.
I realize that this is a journey and not a destination (stole that from a Weight Watcher friend)... it's not about getting somewhere and calling it a day. This journey never really ends. I hear it gets easier and to some degree it does become second nature.
I have to keep affirming myself --
I trust the process...
TRUST THE PROCESS!
~xxoo~
A fall morning spent at Pezza Farms in Johnston, Rhode Island. We braved the gloomy weather, and all had a great time -- especially Skylar! Her first trip to a farm -- around animals and pumpkins! She had so much fun!!!
A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.
Blessed Be..
♥Cyn♥