Tuesday Ramble

The happiness of life is

made up of minute fractions--

the little, soon-forgotten

charities of a kiss or smile,

a kind look, a heart-felt

compliment, and the countless

infinitesimals of pleasurable

and genial feeling.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Good morning.  Well, the wind eased up some yesterday, and it wasn't as brutal out, but it was still cool, especially in the morning.  They say by Wednesday we will be back up to the mid 60's.  Sure wish the weather would make up its mind. This up and down stuff isn't good for anyone.

Nothing better than a pot of stew on a blustery day.  Made this yesterday for dinner.  It's a pork stew.  Beef is far too expensive,  and pork tasted just as good.  In fact, I even liked it better.

I just have to share this one with you.   There are lecherous men all over, and at almost 68, I thought I was well past that, or at least, that I should know better.  I was definitely wrong on that one. And the strangest part was where he found me.  On 'My Fitness Pal' of all places.  I joined about two years ago, and at first, it helped me a lot.  But last winter when I was snowed in, and my computer went down, I became depressed, and food became my consolation. Several months later when I got my new computer, I'd gain several pounds and found it really hard to get back on track.  And sadly, when you are not accountable to anyone, but yourself, it is easy to fudge your food intake for the day.  

And now I have found Weight Watchers and am doing well, but I still continue to log my food and exercise onto 'My Fitness Pal' every day as well even though I really don't need it anymore.  And this time I am honest in my answers.  What goes on WW, goes on there as well.  I stay because I have made friends there...both male and female...and we are all there for the same reason.  We want to lose weight, and need the support of others...which is why I didn't think twice when I got the friend request...although I should have.

He writes in my message box: "Hi, beautiful.  You look so familiar.  Where have we met?"  

Okay, so maybe I should have realized right from the start that this is the oldest line in the books, but, hey, it's been a long time since anyone called me beautiful, so it made me feel good.  I responded, "No, we have never met.  They do say that we all have a twin in this world."  I didn't think I would hear from him again, but I did.  "I am new here," he writes.  I only have 17 pounds to lose, but I'm here to motivate and encourage, to be a good friend and see how it goes from there."  Another telltale sign.

But, gullible me writes back and tells him that I will send him a friend request.  He didn't respond.  Instead I got the following:  "You seem to be doing well.  Congratulations. So, how shall we correspond, by text message or email? And what about your husband or boyfriend?  Will they get mad if you are talking to another man?"  Now, my antenna is starting to go up.  I write back, "Thanks for the encouragement.  It's a long road, but in the long run my health is worth it."  His response: "You didn't answer my question."  That was the last straw.  I blocked this person from sending me any further messages.

Got my first Christmas card yesterday.  A family from Ireland.  I'd forgotten I joined that Christmas card exchange group.  Must remember to buy some cards this week.

I'm off to exercise this morning, so it's time for shower and breakfast.  Hope you all have a good one.