Week five: rebuilding the house

Remember that triumphant nine I bandied around so freely a week or so ago? Remember that number of pounds that slipped effortlessly from my frame before the first month was up? Forget it. It isn't so. The number, as we stand today, is closer to seven. Seven, still a good number, seven, still something to be happy about but not nine, nein nine. C'est la vie.
There, after mixing my French with my German I will reiterate what I initally said at the beginning of my blog/post -- This is not about numbers. (Bare with this post and you'll be treated to a real mixed metaphor). Numbers be damned. I'm finishing up week five of my committment to health and, guess what? I feel healthier. Some of my clothes fit a bit better, some of my joints seem a little more lubricated, even my muscles feel bigger. I feel better for doing this good thing for myself. No, I'm not going to drop weight quickly. In fact I might not reach my goal at the end of fifty weeks, but I'm going to keep trying. I'm going to continue to move my old bones in new ways. I'm going to go to the gym as much as I can. I'm going to continue to be inspired by the gals at Korezone who have made a lifelong committment to fitness and are sharing it with others.
One of the owners said to me recently: "Isn't it amazing that we live in a world where people call it a luxury or an indulgence to talk care of the vessel that holds our spirits." (OK, she didn't say it quite like that, but you get my drift) And how true it is. My vessel is pretty lumpen right now. If my old body were a house for my spirit it would be pretty ramshackle, pretty sprawling, a little on the run-down side. The walls would buldge with old unread newspapers, the floor would tilt, the roof would bag, the veranda would be certainally askew but, so what? My spirit would still welcome people. And it still will, as I fix up the broken stairs, patch the roof, steady and straighten the old walls. I'm fixing up my house that is my body that is the container for my heart. I want the outside to reflect the inside. More later. Right now I have to cook something for my family. Something hearty and healthy and satisfying. And the change will come, slowly, slowly, it will come. M