The Waiting Place

One of my favorite books is Oh, the Places You'll Go by the wise Dr. Suess. If you have never bought it, read it, or gave it as a gift (it makes wonderful gifts for graduates)...I wanted to share a little snippet with you...and yes...it IS band related!

This comes from right in the middle of the book:

You can get so confused

that you'll start in to race

down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace

and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,

headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go

or a bus to come, or a plane to go

or the mail to come, or the rain to go

or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow

or waiting around for a Yes or No

or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

And I know what you are thinking. I am nuts. But it applies to us because...it talks about hair (ie hair loss), waiting for a yes or no (for insurance approval)...

and most importantly...it talks about being stuck in useless place.

LIKE WHEN THE SCALE WON'T MOVE

Mr. Scale has been stuck all week. I have been a good girl. No Sunkist (31 days clean). Working out. Eating right. I thought maybe it was because my Lady Station was being visited by Auntie Flo. But she left. No movement on the scale. Then I thought it was because of DOMS, bc my muscles were really sore from working out. But that's better. AND THEN I thought it was because I ate chili several times this week, and that's a lot of sodium...but that should be gone now.

So I don't know. But I am trying to listen to the advice I give others. Keep making the right choices and hold tight. The scale will move.

I hate the Waiting Place.