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Pretty Little Lies

They’re just little lies.

You know the little soul band-aids I’m talking about? They tell you “just one” is hardly a problem. But you KNOW that one leads to another and another until you’re headlong back into a bad habit.

Whether it’s a cookie, a cigarette, a missed day at the gym or that glub glub of red in a wine glass – you know your poison.

Well meaning people will try to assuage your doubts, believing the best of you – but the best of friends say, “Warning, warning! This is fire not to be played with!” They WANT the best for you (and are well aware of the worst of you.)

Generally, when we want to go back to our poison, we do it in secret — because the LAST thing we want to hear is that we shouldn’t. ‘Cause we really WANT to…whatever.

Bad habits are a slippery slope. They are familiar grooves in our soul and the OLD us wants to play that record again. That’s why it’s best not to play…even a little bit.

These pretty little lies talk you out of your resolve and make you forget why you quit in the first place. Seductive little buggers, they’ll even begin crafting a whole new story just to defend your lapse.

So you fall. And you stay there for a little bit until you really do remember why you quit in the first place.

The good news is, each day offers the chance to start over. In fact, each moment extends that opportunity.

We’re all grown-ups and don’t need to hit rock bottom to make smart decisions.

We just need to love the truth more than the lure of those pretty little lies.

If they weren’t pretty, we wouldn’t fall for them. So how do we know they are trouble?

When you protect them, hide them, defend them and don’t allow anyone to dare broach them with the light of a question…that’s your warning sign.

My pretty little lie is revealed toward the end of this week’s video, and if any of you have stumbled, I hope it helps you get back up again:

https://youtu.be/HwQsmbwMz3Q

How appropriate that TRUTH is our new WOW!

xooxoxox

With love,
Brenda

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Adventures in Greece

Me on the Aegean Sea!

I’m back from my adventures in Santorini, Greece, and it was fabulous. I could talk to you about the historical sites, the amazing vistas of the Aegean sea, the kindness of the Greek people or the holiness of Good Friday’s lantern ceremony, but today I’ve got one thing on my mind.

Food.

I’d been on a special eating plan since November. I called it my “Santorini Bikini” mission, and by avoiding sugar and carbs I lost 25 pounds.

I was ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille, and planned to say YES to every sugary and decadent opportunity that came my way from London to Pyrgos.

After all, this was vacation – and for someone who enjoys food like me, I wasn’t about to deny myself gastronomic adventures on a trip of a lifetime.

Each morning, a breakfast tray of pastries – both sweet and savory – were delivered to our little villa, with dips of honey and chocolate and jam. Like the Cookie Monster, I devoured them; crumbs flying over the bedsheets.

In America, there’s a Wawa or CVS on every corner. In Santorini, there’s a bakery.

I made Mark stop at EVERY SINGLE ONE, from Pyrgos to Kamari, to Fira and Oia. Sticky, gooey, flaky treats abounded. These Greeks love their sweets, and coupled with rich, dark coffee – oh my!

Aside from the pastry shops, dinner was never complete without dessert. They have a traditional “orange pie” which is really more like a cake; warm and covered with ice cream. Oy! Mark’s favorite was cream cheese baked in phyllo that literally had us groaning out loud.

I came. I saw. I ate.

Upon my return, I said, “Brenda, don’t get on the scale. Give yourself a week or so to eat normally so you don’t have scale-shock and its accompanying depression.”

But I couldn’t help myself.

Eyes winced, I stepped on, prepared for the worst. I was braced to see that eight or so pounds had been packed on during my eating adventures.

One.

Just one pound!

How in the world?????? I ate everything! I ate Mark’s leftovers!

But I walked EVERYWHERE.

We walked up to the Parthenon. We hiked to the top of the Akrotiri lighthouse. We trekked the entire stretch of waterfront in Oia, Fira, and Kamari. Once we parked our car, there was no option but to tackle the terrain one step at a time.

It didn’t feel like exercise. It felt like…an adventure.

Most days I sit at my computer for a minimum of eight hours, and too often (when it’s not a Zumba night) I go right to the dinner table or settle in for the American Idol results.

Methinks moving more will be part of my daily routine. Especially if it means I can eat cake!

More on adventures and the new WOW, coming right up!

https://youtu.be/OXW2zNJt_g0

I love an invitation from the universe to ENJOY. So if you’re looking for a sign, this is it!

Happy Mothers Day and love to you all –

Brenda

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