I wish I could be as eloquent as some of my fellow bloggers about the news of Heidi’s decision to go forward with her life. I too will miss her presence deeply. She has made a big difference in my life and the way I approach the diet. As I am one to always be looking for a loophole that I can squeeze through to bend life my own way, Heidi always made me feel that I have the knowledge, and it is up to me to choose which way I am going to go. I can’t blame outside forces for the consequences of my food and lifestyle choices.

(This is not true for golf, though. We golfers get to blame everything and everybody for our bad shots.)

I chose badly yesterday. Hubby rented a tractor and knocked down all the scotch broom and blackberry bushes that have been encroaching on our yard. We got a very large bowl of fresh, ripe blackberries to eat. They are just lovely berries. Normally, I will just pick berries and eat them off the bush. But, “somebody” wanted a pie. And I made it for him. I sabotaged the beneficial berries with sugar and wheat. He says it is the best one I have ever made. I cut off two small slivers of it to taste, and I must agree I did a great job with this one! Can you really blame me?

Tomorrow I leave for an intensive barbershop singing weekend in Yakima. More middle aged women having fun again. It will be a lot of workshops and teaching. Should be fun. Should be a lot of eating challenges. Heidi, I hope you are whispering in my ear a lot this weekend!