I have been smiling to myself about diets.
So many people have been feeling a bit sorry for me being hungry all the time, and have been advising me to drink water to help stave off the hunger.
Well, that is a fab idea, except half the time, my 'hunger' isn't real hunger. It is pure greed. I want that sweetie! I want that biscuit! It is the sugar craving more than the hunger that is so hard for me.
I woke this morning feeling slim. I'm no slimmer than I was yesterday, but the bulk of me seems to have shrunk in the night. Some sort of psychological barrier, perhaps. My belt is still on the same notch!
I walked up the drive to the bin this morning. The sun was splitting the sky, belting down like an oven door was open (I was out of the wind). I stood with my face upturned towards the sun, my arms akimbo, my palms open to the warmth. I could feel the rays of the sun soaking into my aura and warming my soul, feeding my own light. The kids ran out of the house and stood beside me, eyes closed, faces upturned, hands open to the light. Then the school bus drove past. 
The driver must think we are weird pagan type sun worshippers I feel grounded, and floaty at the same time. 
