Yesterday I agreed to work with Holland on his weight loss, so he could get the surgery he's been wanting for the past 3 years - today, I realize that he's really not serious about losing weight … which means there will be no surgery happening; he'll go from doctor to doctor, fight with everyone who tries to give him helpful suggestions - and he'll find a way to make himself the victim; without recognizing his own self-sabotaging. He wants instant results without putting the work in to achieve the end goal.
To effectively lose weight, you have got to cut back on the calories. Yes, activity is necessary … but, ultimately the fatty foods, the sugary goodies, the comfort eating … has got to be stopped. He's already arguing his doctor's suggestions - and getting snarky with me, because I'm in agreement with the doctor's suggestions.
So, I'm removing myself from the scatter fire fallout.
My ears have gone deaf: I don't want to hear the self-sabotaging gripes.
My phone is muted: I'll look at it if, and when, I feel like it … and I may, or may not return the notifications. It will more than likely be ignored, because peaceful vibes right now, is what is most important.
I'm going to studiously stay in my own lane: he can go it, alone, careening down the DIY Flying Eagle dead-end freeway like a squirrel on crack - I choose to go the peaceful route that actually leads somewhere, with tangible results.
If he wants directions - he can pick up the Road Map himself and read the details:
And I will continue to earnestly pray that he practices separation of another sort - that will be extremely beneficial, on all fronts.
This line of thinking leads directly into the pope instigated fight with Trump - highlighting this recent Daily Signal BBC footage:
Mehek is correct in her assessment, and I will go further in stating that (1) the pope is not God - regardless of what the catholic religion, believes (2) the pope is not the authority on anything concerning America - The President of America is - who happens at the moment, to be Donald J. Trump (3) the pope is not teaching the Gospel; the catholic religion has fully embraced islam, and is openly castigating Jews & Christians (4) the pope is certainly not holy, as the religion itself is anything, but; especially now that it has aligned itself with islam.
Resetting my peaceful atmosphere, I picked up my WIP, and got back to that … while doing a bit of footsie workout under the table 😉
The Darebee Seated Calves workout is also known as calf push-ups, & activate the soleus muscle that runs at the back of your calf from your Achilles tendon to your knee. Research has shown that despite the fact that the soleus is only one per cent the body's weight, it is capable of raising its metabolic rate during contractions to easily double, even sometimes triple, the whole-body carbohydrate oxidation (refers to the total amount of carbohydrates = glucose, fructose, maltodextrin, etc.; being burned for energy by the entire body at a given time). The result is you get a pretty decent energy burn without having to leave your seat.
The Darebee Sore Feet workout: whether we are sitting down, or standing all day - our feet take a pounding. They are subject to wear & tear, soreness, aches and pains, and get less TLC than any other part of our body. These exercises is where we can make amends for this oversight. Good foot health means improved circulation and a great feeling of personal well being.
2026 is going to be dedicated entirely to my self-care; I had let that slide while trying to build a life with a new husband & find ways to strengthen this marriage. It is abundantly clear that Holland does not share in that necessity - or, for that matter, concerning any necessities that would make his, my, and our life together happier or better.
Self-Care involves the whole being, in it's entirety: body (physical), soul (emotion), & spirit (faith) - this is what I'll be working on this year. Holland can join me, or not; but nothing and no one is going to divert me anymore. My lifespan gets shorter with every passing day … and there's no guarantee that my lungs, or heart, will keep me alive second by second: so, it is imperative that I keep my main focus on the end goal for me … I intend to get Home.
I enjoy my life as I walk this Earth, but this is not my Home. And when my time here draws to an end, I intend to get Home. That is my goal. That has always been my primary concern - especially when solo loboing. I can't afford to get side-tracked anymore by ridiculousness; or side-railed by evil intentions.
I've always been very careful about who has access to me, and when.
It's time to be that intentional, again.
So …
My ears have gone deaf when it comes to self-sabotaging antics.
My phone is muted until Elohim prompts me to actually turn it over and look at the screen.
I'm going to studiously stay in my own lane where the scenery isn't murky, the atmosphere is peaceful, and Life's ride is enjoyable.







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