Throne Room

I've heard that there are many techniques for gaining control or keeping control of situations. Making people wait. Having a bigger chair. Color sometimes does it.

If I were in a position of authority or needed to always look my best, I would light the room just right and paint it just right so that even on a bad day...I'd look good.

Like our upstairs bathroom. The frosted light fixture. The pale peach walls. I look good. My throne room, if you will. I don't look tired...even when I am. I don't even need mascara.

I wonder if I could find shirts in that color. The light in the NW is diffused a good many days of the year anyway. I'm liking this plan.

The very thought of it...

Knowing is not doing.

Let's face it.
For most of us to lose weight takes two things...eat less and move more.
To get out of debt...spend less.
To declutter our lives...keep, sell or toss. With the emphasis on sell and toss.

If knowing were doing we wouldn't buy books, attend seminars or join groups.
Since it isn't we keep looking for a quick fix. A pill, a system or a miracle.

There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. Thyroids do malfunction, financial emergencies happen and we are happy to have that credit card, somebody moves and we are left with family heirlooms of questionable sentimental or monetary value. But for most of us, its easier than that. Eat less, spend less, keep less.

And while I'm on a roll, can I just ask whatever happened to the whole...
"An once of prevention is worth a pound of cure"?
If we ate healthy and stayed active...would weight become an issue?
If we lived with-in our means...would there be debt to get out from under?
If we lived with-in our space...would clutter be an issue.

I'm sorry to take out my frustration on y'all. I eat too much, spend too much and keep too much.

Maybe y'all can be my accountability group. Maybe never knowing when I'm going to be called on that cookie, or that trinket will make me more aware of myself.

Thanks for helping me along the path...