Yesterday I was at 158.2 pounds.
My poor old dog has taken a turn for the worse. He's not interested much in his number one thing in life=eating (same as me). He doesn't like to use the steps, and that's how you get into the house. I love that guy so much.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/28585497@N ... 951371203/I want to make greens today. Iwant to roast some asparagus and peppers and make some other things.
I worked in the garden this morning early. I picked all the yellow leaves. I also cleaned out behind the pumpkin patch. Then I went to the school and picked-up the trash the construction workers left there. All of this was done in time for trash pick-up this morning.
I'm worried. I had another 2 hour stomach "event" two nights ago. I know from what I've read about panic attacks that they can happen during stressful periods. Perhaps that's mostly what's happening. My daughters meds didn't come from Canada because of a postal strike. That literally had me going nuts, not knowing what would happen due to her seizures. Then my dog takes a turn (being 13), and my car's catalytic converter needs replacing. So many things are just falling apart and I have little I can do about many of these things. I need to start some meditation and make sure I am up early enough to get in a brisk walk. On Monday I went to the woods and did a brisk walk. I jumped over a few trees that had fallen, I ran some, I breathed great fresh air and it was a beautiful day.
I am feeling good about how far I've come and will keep on doing what I can.