I am allowed to celebrate the good things
Friday, May 29, 2020
Dad and I (and the pups) ended up walking in the rain this morning. Dad was certain it wasn't going to rain that early, but Mother Nature has her own agenda that doesn't always stick to what the forecasters foretell. I don't mind walking in the rain, but the Cooper-dog is not a fan. he was pretty speedy on the way home. I think he wanted to outrun the raindrops!
Dad and I have been discussing whether or not I should move to his house. A lot has changed since the last time I lived at home with my parents. For one thing mom passed. As much as I loved her there was no way I could live with her again after I moved out. We just clashed too much on simple things. Another change is that there is a suite of rooms that were renovated for my niece when she lived here (she has recently moved to Cleveland with her boyfriend in preparation for attending Law School there in the fall.) Dad could use the company now that she is gone... as could I. With the changes in circumstances and relationships dictated by the COVID-19 pandemic it just makes sense for me to move out of the apartment building into my dad's house. There is way more risk in congregate living like an apartment building, and I (and my dad) am part of the "vulnerable population". so isolating together at his house seems the smarter and less lonely move.
I lost another two pounds this week. That means that I have lost 24 pounds since I have been staying with my dad... which is going on three months now. I read about the COVID 15 and wonder why I am not gaining weight. But I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I will just accept that it is what it is, and celebrate the little steps I am taking. I haven't been doing that enough of late... celebrating each step I am taking to get this weight back off. I have more often been bemoaning the fact that I regained some of the weight I originally lost. I have been less excited by the small movements on the scale this time around. And those are merely matters of attitude and perspective... I can chose to be more enthusiastic, and appreciative after all. There are moments, especially in these tense times, when there seems to be little point in celebrating even just in my own mind. I need to remember that just because the world is a strange and scary thing at times, that I am in a good place, and my life is filled with many blessings... and I am allowed to celebrate the good things, even the small good things. I am worth celebrating!
wherever you are in the world I hope you have a marvelous day!