I love sweater vests! My new name for the fuzzy, sparkly ones is Muppet Vests. I wish I had one. They look so warm and cozzy. I wish my mom knit so she could make me one. I would choose a purple one or a dark blue one. Or one of each.
This is the time of year that many start worrying about their weight. Lots of goodies to eat and less sunlight to be outside in. I am thankful that I am not in America during this season so that I don't have to constantly be consumed by my weight. We just don't seem to have the temptations here that are there. Part of me misses all the parties and the food that goes with it, but the other part of me is happy to not have them. So today I weighed myself. It has been two months since I have had the wonderful opportunity to step on the scale. I've been walking more and doing aerobics so I thought I would see a difference in the numbers. After two months the scale says I am .4 kg. less than I was two months ago. Notice the small point before the 4. If it was 4, without the point, I would be thrilled. You see, in America I gained 8 kg, so 4 would still only be half. But no, there is that small little dot before the 4. This past year I have learned something about mysel...
I just finished my 47th day! This has been a tough week. Sunday I took too long of a nap so when I went to workout I was just tired. I quit after about 5 minutes because my body just wouldn't do it. Monday wasn't much better. I did the Max Interval Circuit and had to quit 10 minutes early. But I still did a long workout so I am not discouraged by that. Today I decided to go back to the earlier workouts and I did the Pure Cardio and the Cardio Abs. So again, I am not discouraged. Some days you just have to realize that your body is tired. I haven't weighed myself in a while. To upsetting. But I know I am losing inches and I feel pretty good about that. My goal is still the 10 pounds. I repeat that to myself as I am wanting to quit a workout. I have only two weeks left until I finish the 60 days.
Yesterday, after aerobics, I was sitting around with the ladies drinking chai. Usha's husband has been sick for about a month now. She described him as being anxious and nervous all the time. So he just lays in bed when he is at home. So the ladies were discussing what was wrong with him. It was all in Hindi so I wasn't following completely. Then there was a word I didn't understand so I asked Hena what it meant. She told me, "Black Magic". Usha is a Hindu. She has offered sacrifices for her husband's illness. She has asked me to pray for him. She has asked others too. So I asked Usha if she would like a man to come pray for her husband. She told me that she had already prayed for him. I said, "In Jesus' name though." And she told me that she had prayed in all names. So I left it at that. Today I am thinking about it all again. So this morning, after aerobics again, I asked an English speaker to explain Black Magic more to me. S...
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