Auto Pilot

It's time for me to take control, once again, of the runaway aircraft I will affectionately refer to as "Feed Me Air".  And if you must know how I came up with "Feed Me Air" it is possibly related to the fact that  as part of my new and improved flight plan, I am not fueling after 8pm so here I sit (in bed) because that is the furthest spot away from the kitchen and air is all I am getting tonight:)

I go through times where I let this aircraft go into autopilot...basically handing over the controls to either the "Emotional Eating" co-pilot, or to the "Taste buds Rule" co-pilot. Either way...it's a pretty fun ride (at first)..kind of bumpy oh! but the places we go!! Sometimes, I pay such little attention to the course my co-pilots are taking me that I am actually really surprised when I finally look up and  realize where we are headed!! It is at this point that I start to complain...like why so bumpy? Why is my [seat] belt so tight? whah! whah! whah! Sometimes I even ask other passengers or people in other planes for advice as to how I got where I am and where I am going...it's all a waste of time, really.

Until I finally get to the only question that matters...

"WHO IS FLYING THIS PLANE, ANYWAY?!"

See, the reality is..."Feed Me Air" is going to fly 24/7 no matter what. So...I get to choose whether  I take over the controls or I pass it off to anyone else, let it nose dive into a treacherous spiral  or set it on auto pilot for that matter... It's my choice.

I'm back folks...and I have my eye on the destination. It's gonna be good;)

Who doesn't like a good analogy...and throw in food/eating/weight...come on...you know you want to add to my thinking....give me your best shot...Deanne is traffic control?? Is that the best you've got??


Kathleen Allen
blog editor