The ups and downs of diet this time around--well, I seem to have lost my patience. But then, I contemplated the past SEVEN YEARS and I did find a pattern. One that has been there for the entire time, one I noticed, but a pattern I disregarded.
My weight dips to a number that thrills my soul. Then it goes back up the next day. I dissolve in doubt and self recrimination. This is where I fall off the wagon, usually. This time, due to age and exhaustion, I just sigh "oh, bother!" and keep going. In a few days, the number reappears and stays put until another unexpected drop in numbers occurs and disappears. I think it is mostly that I need to be drinking more water.
On more exciting news. The fan part was installed in the fridge. Started right up and was still working when I woke up this morning. We are still feeling insecure. I have 5 ears of corn, some cut up watermelon and my coffee creamer in there. I told G we would be transfer things to the "now working" fridge as we used them. Not a mass exodus from the sunroom loaner. I still don't have trust that the fridge will keep working.
I ventured into the backyard of my daughter's house, at dusk, to pick blackberries. Did I tell you this already? Not the big berries I harvested from my own thicket last summer. These are the small ones. I may go back tomorrow after work. I got about a quart of them. Only two mosquito bites. I may just have to dress in heavy canvas work pants, long sleeved jacket and boots and try to fight my way into the overgrown mess in my yard to collect the small wild berries. IF that is all there will be--then that's what I will have to make do with this year. I had wanted a blackberry pie. Before the diet.
But pie can be a part of a diet if eaten instead of lunch and dinner.
PT continues to go well. My therapist and I get along like friends who have known each other for years and years. Isn't it odd how that happens. Will the friendship continue of end when my therapy ends? I guess I know the answer to that.
I am working the afternoon shift today. It's a long afternoon and very boring. I have an orchid and a pot arriving from our mother ship store. I have to pot it up for a 60th birthday gift. I could also take my own orchids in and repot them. It feels like I should be on vacation. Sleeping late, reading books, sewing something. August stuff.
Next month is my birthday. 68. "oh, bother!"
Hey, I just celebrated my 69th birthday. No big deal. I'm still waiting for that dreaded birthday. Hasn't happened so far.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had your garden. Used to raise lots of veggies when the kids were young. Since I've been on the road most of the time during the past few years, I haven't had a place to garden.
When I settle down, a garden is high on my list.