Well, I'm dieting and have lost 12 lbs and now I'm stuck. I need to lose about 100 more. I've been drinking protein powder in almond milk every day and trying to eat more protein but that's difficult.
Before I moved in with my daughter, I went through my clothes. I saved the ones I am hoping to get into again (need to lose 100 lbs more) and the smaller ones I donated. Problem is I gave them to the thrift shop at the senior center where I go. Clothing sells for $3 but they put a few things on a $1 rack that have been there a while. Oh boy. I saw my favorite little shirt. I bought it. I also bought 2 pair of capris that I can't wear yet. Foolish? Maybe, but I can still try.
I've arranged 2 poetry open mics recently. Once a month in a town about 45 minutes from me and twice a month closer to home. I've also started attending another live reading once a month about a half hour away. So far all these things have happened only once. And I'll probably be moving.
My twin grandsons are attending a university over an hour away. My daughter has to put the house up for sale in December because of her recent divorce. She wants to move to the university town. I know she misses her boys when they're gone, and she wants to be closer to them. But the rent really is a lot cheaper there. We decided we don't want to live together when we move but it would probably be smart if I was in the same town if I needed anything. Besides, I'm hoping to get into assisted living in a year or so (on a waiting list.)
Which brings me to Pain. Constant Pain. Chronic Pain. The kind of pain to write a poem about. And yes I did. I recently had more steroid shots for pain and I'm still in pain. Quite possibly the only thing I will get from those shots is another hospital bill. I decided I'm done with shots. I don't know what will happen but nothing will heal my back.
One of the grandsons just came in to load his car again, eat dinner, then head back. Signing off.