Stories From My Garden: My Exercise Helper

Monday, November 1, 2010

My Exercise Helper

So many occasions have passed and I guess I do not have any excuses to make anymore in NOT using it again... I am posting a photo here, of my XL Glider, which, for many years, have helped me manage my weight.

I have resolved to use it again starting this November, and I hope I will not break my promise to myself, to exercise for at least 30 minutes everyday.

So here is my Glider, plus an extra added treat beside it -- that of the youngest member of our family -- Milkshake our Maltese -- who sat in the picture as I snapped a photo of my exercise equipment. (Isn't she a darling!)

So there it is... I am hoping I could lose weight, and keep it at that.

When I take it one day at a time,
the days fall away as fast as the pounds!
Devotions for Dieters - A 365-Day Guide to A Lighter You

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God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)