Rose’s Room
The voices know all…?
There are many happy reasons to celebrate this month, and there are many more learned people than I to bring those messages. My little message is more personal, but I’ve heard many share similar experiences.
There certainly are many reasons to be concerned about the state of the world these days. Between the goings-on between various world characters and my own little world characters, I’ve kept the line of communication with The Big Guy open enough to have callouses on my knees. I fully intend to continue doing so and spreading as much kindness as possible, and I invite everyone to do the same.
One of my grands is the perfect human specimen. As tall and as handsome as his cousins, he has also put in many hours at the gym and it really shows. So of course, I would tap his knowledge on my latest ‘Really gonna’ do it this time!’ quest for weight loss and better health.
He was kind enough not to pat me on the head and tell me to just cut down on carbs, but took time to explain what different foods do for your body and which foods work well with each other. This is great stuff to know…If I could remember…and if I actually cooked. The one thing I do remember of that conversation is your body will tell you what it needs and what isn’t good for it.
I don’t know what language his body speaks, but mine is obviously from a different planet. I have a feeling his little body voice says “Eat a ton of protein, hit the gym for three hours and swim twenty laps.”
One of my little body voices (not to be confused with my little head voices) says, “Eat salad and walk the dog for thirty minutes.”
Then another little body voice chimes in with “And when you’re done, there’s cookies in the pantry!”
The first voice counters with “Dispose of the cookies!”
“Happy to oblige! There are only ten of them.” My head voice had to tell my mouth to stop smiling and don’t dare put one chocolate chip cookie in said mouth.
Mothers’ squabble-settlement training kicked in and I moved the object of contention under the spare bed, all the way in the middle with the help of the broom. I woke the dog up, carried him down the stairs (he can’t do stairs) and walked three laps, carrying him the last one.
On the way back up the stairs, dog still in my arms, one of my little body voices kicked in and asked if I had lost my mind and warned I would be paying for that little escapade. The other let me know the pain would only last a little while, but the weight loss would last forever… I have to wonder if this little voice knows me at all.
I’m thinking there are going to be a lot of dialogues in this month best known for showers-bring-flowers, chocolate everything and all those darn jelly beans!
Also, in understanding my dog’s penchant for long naps and short walks, I’ll have to keep an eye on him lest he packs his bag and finds a more peaceful place to stay until Mama stops being crazy.
