A week more on food and fruit (yum yum) and at Christmas too. Wow, this weight-in is going to be interesting. Tried to be good and don't think I have done too bad...fingers crossed....well except for the two ports on Xmas day and Boxing day.I have really enjoyed the introduction of fruit and am enjoying fruit more than I have ever done if fact I really feel this is one positive change I can make in my diet which will help me a lot, along with the water. Starting to learn new habits and new ways of coping with food intake. This is good.
So the resuls from the weigh-in? Amazing.....I had lost weight!!! Another 3.8 pounds and am eating quite a bit.
And now a song which for me has just the sort of lyric that come first to mind this time of year when we are all at home, safe with our families. These are thoughts of others less fortunate than me and my family.
If you read this then please spare a thought for those who are less fortunate than you (and there will always be some) and make a decision to do just one thing next year to help someone in some way, however small. In this way the world will be a better place for us all and especially for those help need help most.
Title: In the Ghetto
Artist: Elvis Presley
Album: single
Year: 1969
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morning
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if there's one thing that she don't need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago morning,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
