One More Praise

As I walked this morning I thought of another thing I forgot to share. On our trip we went shopping with my sister. Shopping is not my favorite activity, but I figured on vacation I can bite the bullet. So we splurged for a new lap top since mine limps at best. My husband walked out of the store wondering what hit him as I don't like spending money.

A few miles down the road the car in front of us smelled like burning rubber. My complaint about the smell scarce left my lips when the car turned onto a side street and I realized the smoke in front of the car seeped from beneath OUR hood. Oh my!

We popped free of the car and someone pulled behind us to offer help. I made sure to grab my purse in case flames engulfed the vehicle. It turned out to be the clutch thing-a-ma-bob that runs the compressor. Okay, no AC for the rest of the trip--and an expensive repair ahead.

What's my point for telling this little tale? The praise. Stress did not push me into overeating and I can't begin to tell you what a miracle that is.

Donna Sundblad
Author of
Pumping Your Muse and
Windwalker