I've always considered myself a planner.

Nothing is more exciting to me than starting a new month and filling it up with more things to do. I feel the best with three weekends of planned and one weekend of free..just to let something random and fabulous happen.

Lately it feels like everything that tries to plan the future is fruitless. The amount of control I have on how well things work out is diminishing. What exactly is the best thing to do now? Keep preparing...or let things just happen?

In an effort to stay on topic (my ode to love handles), I did lose four pounds. I wonder how evenly everything is spread out? Like..is that half a pound from my chin, half a pound from my ankle, 2 pounds from my booty...I can't exactly tell. I am already feeling a bit of addiction. It was such rush to get on the scale and keep sliding the little black, powerful box to the left. Little more....can I go a little more...SWEET!

A bit more of good news...the Purple Dress from Hell is now referred to as the Terrible Purple Dress. Although it is no longer condemned...it is still not as favorable as I would have hoped. I wonder if 4 more pounds will do the trick!

Maybe I only feel out of control because things aren't going my way. Perhaps once I lose the weight I want, achieve the relationship I need, and complete my own personal goals I wil finally feel in control. Even then...it seems like something we create for ourselves to make us feel more responsible for the goodness in our life. Silly minds..it all belongs to God.