I have not written here in a while. My bad, my getting so busy. I’ve gone from not leaving the house for days, to getting into the water 3 times a week. Last week, seriously, I was in the water 3 times. I want to get up to 4 times a week. I am stronger. My balance is better. I graduated from PT today. I passed the 10 min without-pain walking test. I am eager to work on my own now.
I have this basic idea—get into the water 4 times a week. When I don’t want to drive over to the Y, I can go to the rec center. The pool there is kinda dreamy—the ceiling is low and it just feels cozy. Even though it only gets 5 ft deep, it’s very fun with a noodle in the deepest water.
Food is not addictive. The behaviors around food are addictive. Yes. I wrote this today. I wonder if I will ever become smaller. I’m not share I care. But I do not want to have diabetes. So small moves, Ellie, small moves. If you get that reference, you win today’s secret surprise.
I am sore in my shoulder and arms, likely because I tested myself and took the ladder out of the deep end so I could dive in again—all these kids where diving and I just had to join in, my bad.
Week before last, we went to Rick and Terri’s….wait maybe that was last week? Def. last weekend on Sat. we went to Robbin’s Taste of India with Rick, Terri, and we met Katy and Mac there. That was cool–LOVE dosas. Then we ordered the new Naan House for dinner Sunday—just okay. The naan was excellent, potato naan.
We had to replace the Air Conditioning unit. That’s a new fence and a new AC and soon more to come—chimney work. Wall work. Basement cleared. Wiring done. Fridge moved up. More shelves in the “room.” I am eager to get it all done.
We are driving down Sunday morning to eat father’s day brunch with Randy, Daddy, and his squeeze.
BUT—in the morning, I will be talking to Autism Breakthrough! Whoa. Down doggie. I will see how it goes. Even if we just go and look at the house and meet the two roommates, it will be extreme. It will be a huge step forward for James, and for me.
I think I’m going to let me my hair go grey again. I care more about getting in the water than chasing after my hair. I got a pedicure, which I will do instead of color. But boy did she scalp me yesterday or what? Without the color and my hair so short, I feel bald.
I wrote a whopper of a poem yesterday. I wrote a whopper of a poem today. And I have more in the hopper. AND I had “grief” poetry circle tonight and wrote a rough draft of what will become a WHOPPER WHOPPER of a poem.
Good for me.
~r.
