Thank you, Greenmama, for identifying the friendly sea bird I met last week. Or was it the week before last? Time flies when you spend most of it in a hospital. The beach is at Indiatlantic, Florida, across the intercoastal from Melbourne and south of Cape Canaveral. I was astonished to see people sunbathing and surfing, as if it were the middle of summer. I assumed they were on vacation and were determined to show off a tan when they returned home, no matter how cold it was in the sunny south.
Thank you, too, to those of you who have left good wishes for me and my dad. I love comments – who among us doesn’t? – and feel I need to do some ’splainin’ about why I comment so seldom on your blogs.
Commenting, for me, is a s-l-o-w process. As a member of the dial-up-to-log-on set, nothing happens in a hurry on the internet, and getting a comment window to pop up is an agonizingly tedious process. Please assume that every time you publish a post, Debbi has left a supportive and enlightening comment, sure to brighten your day and ease your burdens. Because that’s what I’d like to do, but if I did I’d be parked in front of the computer all day.
Since I’ve been home, I’ve eaten wisely, walked seven miles (on the treadmill) and lost two pounds. I’ve said previously that my dad has been a wonderful example for me of how I don’t want to age. Saying ain’t doing.
He’s on a calorie-controlled, sugar-free, low-sodium diet, which sounds absolutely awful but it certainly works. (He’s lost about 75 pounds since June. Granted, a lot of it is fluid, but the number on the scale still looks pretty sweet, whether it’s fat or fluid that’s being shed.) If he can do it, so can I.
And if I don’t, I know what lies ahead for me.
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the natives (or semi-natives) go to the beach this time of year, too - assuming that it isn't too crowded with tourists. we just stay out of the water, 70 degrees is way too cold for water temperature.
Gosh, I feel all gooey inside about you leaving me a comment! I didn't even realize it was *you* posting it--I only read my email, and not the comments on the blog, so didn't have your pretty face associated with your advice until I just now checked. So, thank you! (I originally thanked the wrong Debby, who kindly pointed out my error.)
I'm definitely getting the B6 for my wrist. My daily multi is only 10 mg, which obviously isn't cutting it.
I've been behind on blog reading and will look forward to catching up with you, although I am sorry to read about your dad's health problems. Good job on your 2 pound loss. Keep up the great work!
I wish I could get my husband to change his ways now, instead of after he has a heart attack. And basically, since his dad died of a heart attack at age 51 and both his older brothers have already had heart attacks, Mark is an attack waiting to happen. It makes me so sad to see him eating Papa John's pizza for breakfast, which is what he did this morning. Sigh.
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