Health. It's a topic that is effecting every moment of my day, almost every day. Naturally, the biggest news is that the Obama administration finally was able to get a bill passed for revamping health care in the United States. YEAH!!! After living in Canada for so many years, it's about time the US started to deal with this issue. There was such a sense of peace knowing that you have that basic human right.
Since January, I have been focused on healthy eating. Over the last few years, I had put on almost 30 lbs. THIRTY! Ugh. Who cares why, because yes, I have a lot of reasons why I put on the pounds, but the point here is that I have lost almost 20 lbs in the last 2 1/2 months. My every moment of the day centers around getting enough fiber, veggies, protein and staying away from bad carbs. It really is a change of life in my style of eating. Never in my life would I have considered making sure spinach was part of my breakfast! Now, I make sure it is and if for some reason I don't have it in the morning, it will be Incorporated in another meal later in the day. This strategy has really worked and I am starting to look like the "me" I know.
I need a hair cut/trim pretty badly, but it was Sam that got a hair cut this weekend at a Sports place designed just for the guys. He needed one even more than I. He picked out a picture, got the cut along with a shoulder massage and a hot, damp towel on his face. He loved it. (That makes me giggle!). He now uses "Crew" hair lotion to make his style just perfect. Guess this is the beginning of really growing up. I look at his beautiful hair and then look at mine. He wins. His is what mine used to be ,which made me think of what it was like to be in fourth grade, where he is now.
Fourth grade was in Flint, MI. I couldn't seem to remember the name of my school or my teachers name, but I do remember there wasn't enough room for all the classes at this new school and we were first in this room with modern, stained glass windows that was supposed to be used for some other reason rather than a classroom. Then at some point, they moved us to a large room off the side of the gym. I sat next to a little boy of color, named Michael. He always had treats in his desk, like Milk Duds. He'd always offer some to me, but he also had a bad habit of picking his nose, which totally grossed me out and therefore, I never accepted his offer.
This was also the year I made it into band playing the clarinet. My end of year solo was "I love you truly", which was really bad as my parents rushed to get me to the concert after a dance concert rehearsal. I never had time to warm up and squeaked and squawked through out the entire piece. I'm sure my music teacher (also can't remember his/her name) was mortified. The next year, when we changed school systems due to our move to the suburbs, I didn't make band. But not because of my playing, but because of a standardized music test. This test was very popular at the time, but was later found to be totally flawed. Apparently, my test score must have been pretty bad, as my parents later received a letter stating that "Lynne has no musical talent". I laugh at it now, but at the time, I was devastated. Wish I could remember that teachers name, too.
It's been bugging me that I couldn't remember the name of my fourth grade school, so I googled it. The Flint schools website says it is "Bunche Elementary", but for some reason, I didn't think that was the name. The picture tells me that is the school. Maybe they changed the name. Before that, I went to Pierson Elementary, which I can't find at all on their website, but looking at the pictures, I wonder if they changed the name on that school as well. I'll have to do some digging.
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