as he swings back and forth in his saddle.
That's right, Pixie is back in the saddle after Thanksgiving. Who the hell knew I could do it? Yes, the day is young and it's very hard already, but I have confidence I can do it. I can learn that 1 or 2 days of unfettered eating doesn't have to turn into a week every single time. Holy moly, old dog, new trick!!
OK, so it's supposed to be 'raggy' and not 'jazzy', but my Mama taught me jazzy. I suppose you youngins don't have a rats ass idea what I'm going on about here...so I'll clue you in. It's a song my Mama and I used to sing on car trips. Wrong I've found as I've just googled the lyrics!
This is how it's supposed to be. You can listen to it here though it's not quite the same beat even that Mama and I used to sing it. You'll get the drift though.
He al-ways sings rag-gy mu-sic to the cat-tle
As he swings back and for-ward in the sad-dle
On a horse that is syn-co-pat-ed, gait-ed,
And there's such a fun-ny me-ter to the roar of his re-peat-er
How they run when hear that fel-low's gun
Because the West-ern folks all know
He's a high-fa-lut-ing, scoot-ing, shoot-ing
Son-of-a-gun from ar-iz-o-na Rag-time Cow Boy Joe.
This is how Mama and I used to sing it:
He always sings jazzy music to his cattle,
as he swings back and forth in his saddle,
on a horse a great big horse, in a syncopated seater,
and it's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater,
how they run when they hear that fellows gun,
cuz the western folk all know,
he's a high falutin, rootin, tootin, son of a gun from Arizona,
Rag time cowboy, talk about your cowboy, ragtime cowboy Joe!
What does this have to do with losing weight? Not a darn thing. Just a memory I have that makes me smile.
Memory lane...a nice place to visit sometimes.
Sometimes memory lane lets us do things we really shouldn't. In the past, Thanksgiving was always a week of bad eating. I remember that and think I have to keep doing it. No, I don't. Christmas also. Memory lane says I get candy and cookies and I must eat them for a week or two. No, I don't.
We had a lovely Thanksgiving with our friends. We ate, drank, and definitely were merry. Friday I had more pie, a big fat ham sandwich on a homemade bun and some other stuff too. Today, when normally I'd continue the eating frenzy, I'm back on program. I've got all my meals planned for today. Oh it'll be tough sticking to the plan as it's not something I'm used to. It's not something I want to do. It's not my memory. I'm trying to install a new memory chip. Make a new routine.
I think with a lot of self talk I can do it. I bet we all could. I want to learn to enjoy a special day WITH it's special food treats and not think it means I have to keep eating special treats for the next week or month. I want to bring the special back into special. Pumpkin pie is special...one slice once in a while. Not a whole pie from Sam's when ever I want. Have you even seen the size of the pumpkin pies Sam's makes??? They're huge!! They're also very good and TBM and I ate a whole one in 2 days earlier this fall. NOOOOOO that wasn't special. That was gluttony. OK, so gluttony is my favorite of the 7 deadlies...but still!
So, I could keep eating today....but then it wouldn't be special anymore.
All together now....
As we swing back and forth in our saddles!!!!
A wink and a smile
6 years ago