I’ve always been a healthy eater, carefully balancing leafy greens with proteins, starches and carbohydrates.  In fact, it’s because of that understanding of nutrition and thoughtful eating habits that I’ve always thought of myself as being a healthy, thin person framed in a chubby, slightly out-of-shape body.

Whenever I ate a candy bar in the past, I justified its protein content by its generous helping of peanuts.  If I ordered cake, it was always “carrot.”  And, if I needed ice cream, it was nutritionally rich, frozen yogurt.

In all of the years I’ve lived, I’ve deplored the word “diet,” and not let it enter my vocabulary.  My use of a scale and measuring tape was only useful in those early years after five pregnancies before the age of 30.  I preferred to coin a new phrase…an adjustment of eating habits.  I have, however, dusted off the scale and ordered a new, more efficient tape for this phase of my journey.

In the past, I’ve always been able to rationalize my weight:  After all, I still am large-boned; I could but no longer can justify  PMS three weeks out of the month; I had and still have a sluggish metabolism.  Over the years I learned to accentuate the positive – good legs a firm bust, sparkling smile.  With today’s stretch pants and voluminous, cover the butt tops, I actually look pretty good.  If the arms aren’t bared, and I keep my chin straight, no one can guess the bottom line.

If the clothes fit, why worry?  Have you noticed that even though the weight has increased, you can still wear a Size 12 or Medium.   I understand that there is a new product that stretches east to west, north to south.  I used to wear one of those; it was called a “girdle.”  Could these fabrics be at fault for causing my increase of girth?

The new secret to achieving a healthier lifestyle and shedding pounds seems to be reverting back to little or no carbohydrates (bread, pastries,) eating copious amounts of protein, selected vegetables and named fruit.  In our household we have been using a salad for dinner plate for years, so for me, it’s not cutting back on portion size.  No, I need to create a fat burner, and since I have so little time, it will have to be a furnace.

My doctor, who shed much poundage in the past year and dubbed me “obese” told me about a new study that shows defined exercise as not being as important as was thought for weight reduction and keeping off pounds.  Surely, the pendulum swings on many things.  I gave up aerobics when I thought I’d die from the drill-sergeant cadance of too many leg lifts.  Noticing spidery veins in legs that had previously been thought unspoiled, I gave up the run.  Besides, there were no bathrooms on the route.

Just took a break and weighed myself.  Now I understand why we weigh in at the same time each day!  Weight up two pounds from yesterday.  How to achieve thin?  I’ll settle for a waist.




Met with my GP yesterday and today my blood tests confirmed…I am in perfect physical condition except for my weight – obese – he actually said I was obese. I have been the same weight for over 10 years and he never used such a deplorable word. All of my vitals are perfect – no sugar, just spiking blood pressure, a product of my high energy no doubt, and for which I take a half pill each morning along with Vitamins C and D and Omega 3. Not to forget the baby aspirin my daughter, Margaret, demands.

I’m sharing my site, Worthy Witness, for the world to see…I have begun a new chapter in my life of 76 years and will be writing on this, one of my favorite blogs, to share my experience with pictures and comments on more than a lifestyle change, a new me! Let me know what you think. Do check out my archives. Still working, I am a real estate broker who represents Buyers in Litchfield County, my forever home. Perhaps you might like to learn more about my experienced career and how it can benefit you.

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Point of view; storytelling; sharing are the main reasons to blog for others to see.

What is the goal?  To improve writing skills; to meet new people; to think about what’s important enough to write about.

Establishing a time line of when things happen helps us to understand why they happened and perhaps keep us from making the same mistake – if it was one.  If not, it is a memory that should be cherished, and perhaps both should be written down as Memoir.

I hope to hone in on these skills and at the year’s end have a story or a poem, along with unique photographs that reflect my life, my faith, my hope for the future, by remembering the past.  Front Gardens 259

I see a clock, it does not stop

I watch the seconds, minutes and now an hour go by

Round and round the hand revolves

Until I am dizzy – its effort to change remains the same

A clock.  Tick, tock: seconds, minutes, hours – my life revolves.


When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, America was in the midst of an economic resurgence and baby boom.  Blanche was still five months away from delivering her fourth child, the second daughter of her and John.

            Born May 1, 1942, the robust daughter, blessed with a head full of tight curls, was named Shirley; her namesake being none other than the famed, pipe-curled heroine of post depression cinema, Shirley Temple.

            It was John, though, who aptly named the leg and arm-dimpled charmer.  When he and others called, it was to Punky that she responded best.

Woman of Wisdom

I rode by the tree several times before I realized she was speaking to me.  I took a few pictures of her, and settled in for a solemn but silent conversation about life and death and everlasting life.

My oldest brother had just been buried; less than two months before his death, my older brother had died.  She comforted me, this aged. once dead tree, as she communicated through new growth the promise of everlasting life.

Both of my brothers were altar boys and often they served mass together, though two years apart.  Those were the years of prayers in latin; light bells that rang the Kyrie; and incense that choked as it crept into our nostrils.  The service proclaimed the eucharist as the living flesh and the wine as the blood shed by the Christ.  We were taught that by Faith we were saved.  By following Christ and living His commandments, we had blessed assurance of eternal life.

Sinners that we all are, though, it is impossible to live the human life without grace and forgiveness.  Grace is given freely, each day without cost.  When we confess and are truly repentant, we are forgiven, and our sins are removed and forgotten.  It is us who have to forgive.  We have to love one another, and set things right before the sun goes down.   We have to forgive ourselves as we have forgiven others; for some it is a life-long process.

I loved my brothers and I believe that they live in eternal life with Christ.  I believe that their heavenly experience is a continuum of their worship on earth, and they continually shower us with communal prayers for peace and comfort.  Blessings abound for the Bonaguide family bereft of brothers yet sanctified by the hope and promise of everlasting life.

Death brings with it a time of silence; a period of searching and confrontation.  We search our hearts and confront our past looking to amend the present and ultimately change the future.  Death sets things in their proper place.  Wisdom helps us to make the life-changing choices.