12/16/09 DrK, NMarket, Luke has a big surprise for me.

I got up early. A bare morning. Shower. Fast breakfast. On to Dr K's. Luke and I went together. He had to go straight to a meeting, so we left the house at 10. For me that means no Hatha Yoga.

People. The impskies are having their way with my eating program. The scale is not my friend anymore. Hopefully, I can do better today. l'm pulling out all my tricks. We'll see. Those impskies are so persuasive. They think that I deserve to eat sweets and carbs. With an emphasis on sweets. They say--"The kids are going to be gone for Chirstmas. You don't have a Church. Luke's back was out. There are no Christmasy things upstairs. Yukkk. "

But today, the Angelites are making themselves known. They say, "Don't waste your efforts. Be careful today. Eat a small breakfast. Coffee, toast, and a slice of low fat chesse. " So I did it. Then I brought a bottle of fizzy water (no calories) into the car along with my left over coffee.

Dr K sees the differences in my hip area. I am healing. And I'm doing it at my present weight. What would I be able to do if I could lose weight. He really worked on me today. When I do my work, he can do his. I'm working in my head and with my Hatha.

At home, I have an egg and some tuna for lunch with one slice of high fiber bread. And the rest of my fizzy water. Good job, Ashley. The Angelites are proud.

Nature's Market. I meet the new employee. Jessica is taking Gregs place--sort of. She seems very friendly and sweet. We talk about art. Jessica used to make pottery, but the tools of her trade were too expensive. So now, she's working at Nature's Market. I hope it brings her good fortune.

One of the customers was getting set for a trip to India. She told me that I looked psyhic to her. I know what she means. I am getting clearer.

I went home, and felt a little sad. I was thinking that the house would be dark and non Christmasy. I walked in the door and . . . wow. Luke had Chirstmas upstairs. He pulled the tree into it's rightful place near the patio door. And happiness was mine. I spent 1/2 hour putting ornaments on the tree. Each one had a memory. One was made by Rain when she was in pre school. Violets age. OMG. One was from John who used to work at NM and died young I loved John.

Pastor M left a message on our machine. He wants to talk with us, but what is there to say?

I still haven't written to Betty. Again, I don't know what to say or how to say it.