FALL!

YES!!! I’m so glad it’s here.

Foodstamps reloaded.

Hats churning.

Steph sent me wool! I held items in my hands from Scottland and I just sat there and felt them.

A walkingstick was inside my dishwasher. We took it outside and released it.

Then a roach fell onto my head from the ceiling at trivia – I freaked. It was a big brown outside roach. Steve killed it. It was fitting we won first place and gas money for our trouble.

I’ve been working on my weight and stepped on the scale to find it up 6 lbs. I do not understand. I had 2 eggs one morning. Dry toast another. Salads, cottage cheese. I ate a biscut and a frozen bean burrito because we ran out of proper food – and a ramen noodle cup one day. Shit. I get so discouraged. I am sure it’s the perimenopause and the medicines and the lack of movement from being in pain all the time. I try not to say anything out loud, but sometimes it catches my breath or I have to decline a walk around the lake because of the stabbing in my heel. I don’t know… I’m not dx’d with anything, I should be grateful, right? 275 is scary though. I just creep bigger every year. OK, off of that thought. At 7am, I had 2/3 c cottage cheese. It’s 10:30 – I really want some plain oatmeal. I think I’ll indulge and add some plain frozen berries. Hopefully that won’t make me gain more. I have tuna and salad for this afternoon, and a potato and zucchini with a bit of cheese and a small gr beef patty for dinner. I’ve got it planned out. I know I need to go back on Adtkins – it’s the only thing I’ve EVER lost on.

Anyway…blessed day to all! I want a fire tonight!

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About Green Jean Granny

I believe in and practice positive living with a bit of a barb it seems. I love YARN, music, reading, history, and gemstones. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its beliefs. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a (not so) quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a nondenominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in The Republic of Congo, married to the son of a preacher, with 3 spoiled dogs and and an add on (my daughter's pit bull lives here for a bit while she hikes the Appalachian Trail. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative disc disease and fibromyalgia. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and diabetes and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow going. Our 10 kitties were rehomed by rescue after his stroke.
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