Remember when margarine was better for you than butter? Remember when eggs held dangerous cholesterol levels and they suggested egg substitutes? Remember when coffee was bad for you, and then it wasn’t?
It is a paradox . . . that we must get serious about taking ourselves lightly. We must work at learning to play. ~ Julia Cameron
Even though I’m a Libra with the sign of the scales, I don’t own a scale, because I never weigh myself.
When my husband and I were first dating and going out to eat, he told me that he ate to live, he didn’t live to eat. I was foreign to that concept. I’m Italian. Flavor is all I know. I lived for flavors and how to make something even more flavorful the next time.
I put up an article yesterday titled The Feet Chronicles, but WordPress is struggling with getting my posts to work properly. Some of you may have seen it already, so I apologize for the repeat. I need these posts to reach as many as possible, at least until October 22nd. Read on to find out why.
But first, the story of the curse upon feet in my family!
There is a curse upon our feet!
You’d think the stories I told about injured feet before were enough, but no, fate has brought me more.
Have you ever seen one of those movie scenes where a person is suffering from a serious virus and they are delirious in bed? They’re sweating it out, shaking, mumbling, tossing and turning?