Disaster at the scale! I was up 2.6 at home and 2.7 at T.O.P.S., so 133.4 and 134.7, respectively. Okay, I know why--because I haven't been getting three or four daily miles or, for that matter, almost any other exercise. To make it worse, being more or less stuck at home, I've been indulging in--well, what I shouldn't.
At the meeting, Maryann proposed we keep a kind of daily diary (she related to the theme of the ep who addressed us last week), possibly along with a daily phone call to encourage sticking to the program. I opted out, mostly because I want to turn my full attention to my health issues. I also told the group I'll be attending only monthly, so the next time I go will be the day after Thanksgiving. (See below for two of our devilish members.)
Home at 10:30 and didn't get breakfast until after 11:00. Did some food prep: I had a pound of mushrooms and a green pepper; sliced them up and pan fried with a little olive oil. Not bad as a side dish. Had a big salad for lunch, then kind of futzed around with little chores. About 5:00, the doorbell rang and it was two little boys dressed as some kind of sports outfits and that was the sum total of my t. or t. visitors. Instead of sweets, I give out four quarters; kids get much too much sugar as it is. (That's me, Mrs. Scrooge 😠.)
Mike facetimed me about 8:00 and we had a long discussion about--well, I might as well be honest: his mother's future. He heads up my team of financial advisors, the four people I trust the most in the world, although he can be a pain in the ass at times. With my input, he worked up a spread sheet while we explored independent living options and we'll go on from there.
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Above Sharon and her Boo-Day garb.
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