On The Eve of Irma

September 9th, 2017

Having grown up on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, hurricanes are no new news for me.    As with all weather, I respect what Mother Nature can bring in a blink of an eye-   how things can change and be destroyed.

I have been watching Irma since the beginning.    I found out from diddy- that Irma was actually my grandmother (his mother) name.   Something I never heard until last week.   So while I wanted to have nostalgic and loving feelings towards the name-   the violent and frantic way that she gained speed and strength kept me from feeling anything but concern.

I watched the most recent update a little while ago-   and I cried.   While eating Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.   Something I’d told myself I would no longer be indulging in- as it’s time to get serious with eating 99% better and not just the 75% better that I do now.   Exercise has to become the rule, rather than the exception.    I need it-   and more than anything my body needs it.

As much as I’ve embraced turning the version 5.0-   I also know that my lack of exercise and making the right choices have slowed me down, plus given me aches here and there that I don’t need to have at my age.    So-   I want to do the right thing for myself and my body.   I’m healthy and don’t want to wait until I’m not to make the right decisions.

But Irma-    well, I allowed my emotions to get the better of me.

My thoughts and prayers are with all my family, friends and those I have and may never meet who are in this storm’s path.

 

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