September 14
A calorie is not a calorie to me when…I feel badly about myself for eating it and then proceed to take it out on everybody else. I remember one time at my sister’s when I asked her if she minded if I brought my own breakfast foods up so that I wouldn’t eat the Pillsbury Pop ‘n Fresh cinnamon rolls my nephews were into at that time. She replied, “Please, do whatever you need for yourself. We like you so much better when you are happy with what you ate.” Well, I never...
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What a beautiful poem and post! I, too, had a pen pal (from Russia) with whom I sherad letters and parts of my life for several years across miles and miles! So glad for your blog! Your posts are thought-provoking and informative. Sending hugs!