Sunday, November 17, 2013
18. One word that least describes me. Elaborate.
The first word that came to mind was "confident", but then I thought about it, and that was true of the old me... not the new and improved me. So, I guess the word that LEAST describes me is... weak. I have become a much stronger person over the past couple of years. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. I deal with my mental illness to the best of my ability and overcome the crippling effects of the every day pressure to be "normal". Exercising and being physically stronger helps to control my symptoms, which in turn gives me the emotional strength to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Some days I do feel weaker than others, but I know I have a core of strength inside me that cannot be broken again.
Cooper didn't really want to walk this morning, so we only did about half an hour. Then we went to my parents' house to help cut up the two crates of apples my dad picked. We cut up a LOT of apples. These are off their trees, so some sculpting was required on some of them. We managed to fill two stock pots with cut apples, and mom did one pot yesterday. She freezes the applesauce so they will have yummy homemade applesauce for a good part of the Winter. Mom had also been given a bag of clothes from a friend that was mostly size 8s. My niece and her friend took a few things, but neither one of them fit the size 8 jeans, so I am the proud owner of 3 new pairs of jeans. Woohoo! And I didn't have to spend any money. How cool is that!