The Lighter Side of Weight Loss: Chapter Thirty-nine

The Lighter Side of Weight Loss
By Sandra Warholic Seeley                                               

Chapter Thirty-nine

Once upon a lifetime ago on a Friday the 13th in September a future WW member was born. This sweet Virgo baby girl (moi) would grow up under a lucky star. She would come to love odd numbers, especially the number 13, and would also love odd people (all of you). Friggatriskaidekaphobia was not a thing for her, probably because she did not learn that word until today. Her playmates were leprechauns and menehunes (Even at a young age, she had a vivid imagination), sprinkling her Carpatho-Rusyn gypsy roots with the luck of the Irish and mischievousness of the little people of Hawaii. This intrinsic gene pool created the soul of a writer who, with luck, will one day be a paid, published writer! Perhaps today will be my lucky day when you pay me with compliments. Or you can always email or fax me some cash!

How is this WW related you may ask? It’s related to our wellness/weight struggles because I strongly believe that we create our own luck (success). Also related because menehunes love zero Smart Point bananas as do I. Success lies deep within our mindset. Did you think today, Friday the 13th, was going to be a lucky day? Do you welcome each morning with the expectation that it’s going to be a great 24 hours? Do you think lucky WW members reach Lifetime status? If you have these positive thoughts, then you will become one of the lucky ones, who with hard work and a shamrock on your shoulder, will be celebrating your goals.

I suggest you use St. Patrick’s Day to jump start your luck manufacturing process. Just don’t forget to wear green on the 17th or a leprechaun will pinch you. Then start thinking about how lucky you are. The more you think about it, the luckier you become. The luckier you become, the more weight you will lose. The more weight you lose, the happier you will be.

In conclusion, I would suggest you eat Lucky Charms cereal in moderation, even though General Mills claims they are magically delicious. I have never tasted these frosted oats, and do not plan on starting now. Instead, I can still believe in the magic of hearts, stars, horseshoes, clovers, blue moons, unicorns, rainbows and red balloons. I can exercise extreme caution to not fall head first into my sugar bowl, leaving sugar sprinkle evidence all over my mouth and clothing. I will be delighted with my abundance of determination and luck.

Until next week, make every day a lucky day and be happier.

Sandra Warholic Seeley - All my life, and half of someone else's, I have lived in a humorous place called Earth. My muse is a tiny menehune from the island of Oahu in Hawaii where I lived for a year. Ernest Hemingway once sat under the exact same coconut tree where I did most of my writing. I'm also a sensitive to criticism Virgo who loves to get paid for writing and speaking funny stuff. Even though my mind is filled with volcanic ash residue and I'm still finding sand in my shorts, I will continue to write until my muse retires or I run out of pretty blue drinks, whichever comes first. Don't be bashful, email the author.