Today has been quite an interesting day. I officially ended my 2 month white sugar fast. I lost a total of 12 lbs and gained back old jeans I haven't worn for a long time not to mention spiritual growth.
Our girls weight loss/accountability group converged and chose to celebrate my victory with homemade brownies, ice cream, and homemade Carmel sauce. I awarded our hostess, Silverbell, with some good smelling bath and body lotion and a trashy white feathered "Fredrick's of Hollywood" get up. I had scored this gem at the Salvation Army just this past month for $4. I assured her that I had washed and dried it before giving it to her as a gift. I also confided to her I had worn it once, (but not for very long). This erupted a chortle of giggles and no end to conversation pieces which I am not at liberty to discuss. All in all, our meeting was a great success and we all received prayer and encouragement from one another. Our favorite Bible verse gravitated toward "the marriage bed being undefiled". We also read the first chapter of "For Women Only" by Shaunti Feldham (which I recommend hands down)!
My husband is prospering greatly with his newly acquired hobby of re-selling ammo. I am very proud of his endeavors. I can never say too many good things about him. He's got a knack for investing well.
Tonight I am working again, hence my 3am post. My buzz of frothy lattes and Carmel brownies is readily wearing down as I type, but the memory lives on. I'm ashamed to admit that I visited the candy machine here to boot. Oh the carnal nature, ever gripping at my abs. When I called earlier, I could hear Moonbeam screeching and laughing loudly. I'm afraid she may have been feeling "the breast milk buzz" from my morning festivities.
Yesterday I almost got into a fight with a waitress and a grocery store clerk. I will spare you the details of my frustrations. Sufficient to say that I was able to hold my tongue and my temper for the most part. Something loudly reminded me that it didn't matter if I was being wronged. These women needed their jobs more than I needed to be right. I have the odd, giddy feeling that God is indeed getting through to me at times. Perhaps it is my newly acquired sugar buzz.