Kentucy rain…

Okay we actually walked in Ohio tonight though I am always very adamant that I am a Kentucky girl, it’s on my birth certificate and it’s in my heart. It was a brutal walk in the cold pounding rain tonight. I was very grateful for the company of Debbie who braved the elements for an hour to get the walk in for the day. We didn’t walk as far as we normally do in our group walks but still at the end I felt really good that I did not use the cold or the rain as an excuse not to walk. We sometimes kick around the idea of  going to walk at a mall when it rains, but I have to be honest with you…I think I would rather poke my eyes out with toothpicks than walk around a mall. I will brave the elements whenever I can and remind myself that while I try not to make it the mantra of my life, when it comes to exercise…what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. On second thought maybe it is the mantra of my life…

On my way home with the rain dancing on the windshield and the blur of  red break lights amidst a stream of  slowed traffic I thought I saw someone I knew, does that ever happen to you? You honesty think it’s that person. Someone that you have been waiting for, hoping for, and even though you know it’s not really all that possible for them to be where you are at that moment for a brief second you forget the logic behind it all and hold out hope that it just might be them. What a peculiar feeling  to let just a sliver of the hope live somewhere down deep in the safest of places so that you are never without it as you go through the motions of your everyday. It is jarring when the feelings come bubbling up like a shaken soda can with it’s top finally snapped open. I caught my breath as the figure rushed toward my car, I  blinked  and she was gone. It happened that fast.

Not a post about food, not a a post about weight, but very much a post about my Journey.







  1. Moody says:

    I don’t know why I didn’t read this one before. I must’ve missed it.
    “What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger” fits me like a glove. A made to fit glove. It’s my next tattoo (or the one after that, depending on $$$).
    It’s been my motto for years.
    I don’t know if I mentioned it on here before, but if I have, I’m sorry for repeating myself … Alzheimer, you know …. LOL.

    Anyway, it’s true and I’m living, breathing, talking proof of that. I wouldn’t have come this far in life, if it hadn’t been.

    And I’m sorry that person you’ve been waiting for, wasn’t actually there.

    • dogl2324 says:

      Hey Moody!
      Yes! The strength comes when you have no choice to be strong. It’s hard to see the other side when your in the thick of it all but in the end it’s worth the rocky ride! Hope you are well!


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