The Dream Job


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Last night I walked a way from my routine of watching King of Kings. I wanted to see what other people were watching. I surfed through the channels and came across a show called Dirty Money.

Now I have always known that money was dirty. I learned that real quick when I was working in the public eye where money was quickly exchanged. My fingers some days look like I had been working in a small flower garden.

I tuned in on it and I was really shocked at what I had been missing out there. There were work opportunities that  had been  passing  me by. The money that could be made was more than in my wildest dreams. Thousands, yes thousands. All I had to do was be myself.

I had to buy some fancy clothes. I may have to take a one-time class updatin  my lady etiquette  manners. Maybe buy some jewelry and oh, the most important thing, go to Weight Watchers to get slim and sexy looking.

For only four hours worth of smiling and maybe a few favors being done, I could earn five thousand dollars. That was the least I could earn. Do you realize I could stay at home keep my passion with my writing and friends? I could work part-time and still have plenty of time for all of you.

As I watched the show I compared myself to some of the business owners and knew that I had a lot of work to do before I could open my own business. I would have to stop my fun and healthy exercises and get my own personal trainer.

I may have to seek out a plastic surgeon and have some bumps and curves added here and there. Oh and by the way, while you are adding Mr. Doctor, can you take out this extra five-pounds around my waist? It really has been bothering me ever since I had kids.

Now I needed to go visit one of those second-hand stores. I was going to have to practice walking the run way with my new four-inch heels. I guess I would look pretty silly falling in front of all of those prestigious clients. So the goal for one day was walk, walk, and hold the chest up and out.

I noticed that a very important piece of evidence included in my resume needed to be my education. Did this mean that my local high school education was not good enough. Well what about my local community college classes, did they count? Was I going to have to send a way to one of those phony internet companies and have some printed framed degrees made up?

I really don’t believe that this work opportunity was a gift from God. Knowing this before  hand, would I be spending all of this quality time with myself only to fail down the road? I know that when I walk the wrong path, I always have to pay the price but, I would have plenty of money to tide me over while getting my dignity and confidence back, right?

Well after watching the one hour entertaining and educational show, I flipped the channel over to the Golden Girls. Although it sounded mysterious, glamorous and exciting, I don’t think being a high-class prostitute is for me after all. Thank you little television for letting me see a tiny dark side of what I have been missing in the world. I guess I will go back to praying and listening for an answer.

Daily Prompt; Hate to Love/ The Daily Post


Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.

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This request by The Daily Prompt is something I deal with on a daily basis. Food is my guilty pleasure that I hate to love.

When I was pregnant for my second child, I gained Diabetes from it. It went a way but came back when I was expecting my last child. This time it remained, and still haunts me today many years later.

I have always been a heavy child, at least to the children that called me fatty fatty two by four, can’t get through the bathroom door, and my mother who had me on Weight Watchers in the seventh grade.

Kids are cruel and yet innocent. Kids want to fit in and be like all other little kids. Although I was not obese, I was chubby, so kids noticed the obvious difference in me. I am sure my mother sent me to this weight class so I would not have to struggle with weight the rest of my life.

I don’t know why I was always weighing on the side of the scales of over weight. I don’t know if it was genes or I just loved to eat. Anymore I don’t care. I have lived a good life. I have lost 100 pounds in the past few years. I am still heavy, but my mind sees thinner and smaller clothes.

I will never compete to be a size 4 or even 6, because I will make myself miserable and forget to enjoy the tiny things in life. God made us each unique, and I am one of his children and am also very different from my own neighbors. After all, have you ever met another Terry? I doubt it. LOL

My doctor told me one time many years ago, people are human, they always want what they can not have. I am no exception. I want sweets when my diabetes says a big no. The holidays are the hardest. I love food, I am not going to lie.

I have learned a few things about my sugars and there are still things I can not change.

I have learned to eat most of the time when I am  hungry. I try very hard to not piece during meals. I do not necessarily eat on schedule. I have tried that and it makes me miserable to eat when I am not hungry. Taking medications for diabetes and eating on schedule is a must to obtain and keep accurate sugars, but for me I don’t like that part.

I try to hide sweets in my cupboards as the saying goes, out of sight out of mind. This is a great trick that works for me. I also very seldom eat on regular size dinner plates. I use the size under, and this fools my mind into thinking I am eating more.

If I eat a sweet after days or weeks of not having one, it is very hard to stop. It is like the potato chip,you can’t stop with just one. When I lost all of the weight, I never ate white. This included sugars breads and pastas. Everything in my cupboards was whole-wheat or splenda.

I heard a few days ago on a television show that now scientists believe that whole-wheat makes your  tummy swell and helps you to want to eat more. Come on, get your story straight! Whole-wheat or white, eggs or no eggs, meat or no meat. Sometimes I believe it is a big money-maker. We are so easy to believe what the news says without the stamp of proof.

I eat eggs now when ever I wish. I don’t eat much red meat. I usually eat chicken or no meat and bacon is a treat. My blood tests come back very well with all those triglycerides and stuff, but my sugar is still on the scale of tipping on the high side. I don’t make a big deal of it anymore unless it would soar, because it is four points lower than what is was for so many months and each point makes a big difference in your health.

I can’t beat myself up every single minute. I have to enjoy life and enjoy living with my own person. If I worry or stress about every detail, I will not enjoy my friends, writing, and my family.

I am careful with what I eat, don’t get me wrong, but there are still times when I receive guilty pleasure out of my  love/hate relationship  of sweets.

Fat, Thin, Or Healthy


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The words today are weight

Everywhere you look

Lose ten pounds is the key

And found in every book.

I used to think I looked alright

Until I heard the news

That I am unhealthy and oh so fat

And now I have the blues.

Our forefathers ate from the ground

And we eat from a box or can

The chemicals we do put within

Should automatically all be banned.

I want to be happy with who I am

I will never be very thin

So turn my mind to home cooked meals

And empty out the cookie tin.

It if grew in the ground it is alright

If it came from production, get it out of sight

Replace the sweets with natural sugars

And never, ever eat through the night.

I don’t have to be a walking stick

To feel like I fit in

I just want my inner parts

To be happy inside my skin.

Terry Shepherd

Needs Or Wants


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I am doing laundry and considering washing a couple of windows, inside and out. While I am debating on what to do next, I have been watching the commercials on the television. I realize that you can buy anything your heart desires for the right price. Do you need a new figure? You can buy a Weight Watchers diet plan. You can buy the special foods with the points numbered on them, and you can even pay to go weigh in public with others. Do you not like your face, your eyes, nose or chin? You can pay for an alteration, even splurging for a look where people would not recognize you immediately. Do you have those ugly spider veins? You can pay someone to take the streaks away, leaving you with beautiful legs. Are you and your partner not compatible in the bedroom? You can buy another human body for an hour to give you what you think you lack at home. Do the shoe commercials tell you that your feet would look more beautiful if you wore their brand of shoes? How many pairs of shoes are already in your closet, also guaranteed to make you more beautiful than you already are in God’s eyes. Did God not give you the perfect breast size? You can purchase new ones if you want. How about the body that God hath made? It is remarkable that you can now pay top dollars and have your gender changed. Can a commercial convince you that your car that is running fine, and only five years old, that you must have a faster, safer, more exotic car  to be able to fit in to this world? That you will get more dates, more looks, and more envious eyes turning your way? Don’t like carrying around your favorite paper back book? You can buy a Kindle and take this with you everywhere. You can purchase a certificate for anything you want to be today. I can remember when training was offered for free at a job, along with a weekly pay check. Remember, going into your grandma’s garden and picking that warm, plump  tomato off of the vine? Enjoying the flavor of it as you bite into it and the juices run down your arm? The watermelon? Dad would go to the garden patch and pick out one of many, cut if from the vine, and you had it for supper that night? Now you can pay a high price for organic, the same food you ate from the garden in earlier days. Now you can pay high prices, thanking the production companies, by filling their pockets, for not putting that cancer chemical in your foods. My father mowed our yard with a hand push mower, that had blades and a frame and handle. Now you can purchase gas, electric, self-propelled mowers, that almost do the guiding and work for you. Just know your budget and they can fulfill your dream. You can pay money to go to a club and walk an indoor track, or use an indoor, heated pool. When I was young, I walked as a way to get from point A to point B. I swam in the lakes, in the summer, where the natural sun heated the water, and I could go as many times as I wished all summer long for free. You can now purchase under garments that add lift to your bottom, or extra lift to your breast. Have a tummy that pokes out? You can buy an all in one, to keep it all hidden and under control. I could always listen to the radio at home on my very own portable radio, or I could choose to go out into the living room and watch the family television, all three channels. Now you can purchase many stations, premiums for kids, teens, and adults, any sports channel you can imagine, and you can watch these on any numerous televisions through out your house. You can purchase tiny electronics, that you can place ear buds in your ears, purchase and download the music, and have your very own juke box with you at all times. Need to take your computer with you? You can buy a laptop, and all the accessories, now making the internet available to you 24 hours a day.  When mom or dad called your name and you were so excited because someone was calling for you, now you can carry a cell phone, and pay top dollar in order to never miss a call. You can even purchase electronics that allow you to see the other person you are talking to. My parents each had two jobs in their lives. The one they started in their teen years, and the one they ended up retiring from. Now you can choose any job, switch at any time because there are no longer the securities built-in to the paycheck that give you the incentive to remain with one company. You can even buy your own retirement, and this is probably a good purchase, because if you don’t, you may retire in the poor house. Remember the wonderful health insurance you had when you worked full-time? Now you can purchase your own coverage, picking and choosing what you think you may need. This used to be  free, remember? Our world is in debt to a dollar amount that we can barely speak. Jobs are hard to find, if you are looking for security. God has promised to  give us all that we need in our lives, if we promise to love and follow him. How much do we pay yearly, to hear that we need more to be more. Is there a difference between wants and needs? Should we pay a higher price to keep the cancer chemicals out of our bodies, because the supply and demand is so huge with the fact that we want it all now? I am not saying that advancements in life are bad. We do need some in order to keep up with the future, but do you think the media, the television, magazine ads, books are promoting our minds to spend more on wants than needs. The clever pictures, words, and sexual innuendos that are used to sell us, are done so craftily, that we do not even realize what is happening. I find myself in these positions at times also. I am guilty for sure. When I see this happening, when I hear I want, I want, coming out of my mouth, I have to stop, and take a breath, and think, do I need this or do I want this. Just my opinions friends. No pointing  any fingers from me. We each live our own lives the way we see fit. Remember the phrase, stop and smell the roses? This is what I need to work on daily, because I can find my mind swirling and making me dizzy.