@Cele21 I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking. I haven't posted in a while so I guess I'll blab a little.
My son and his gf visited but I had to go into the hospital for further testing halfway through their visit. My daughter's bf arrived and I was able to come home to meet him before he left. I'm very pleased with my children's choices. Moms have to approve, right?
I've been attempting to get myself back on a strict track but the world doesn't seem to be cooperating with me all the time. In order to earn money I need to be on my butt the majority of my time, but I'm making efforts to walk.
Speaking of which, my city had an Art Walk today. Local businesses hung up artists' works and you had a form that each shop would stamp as you went to visit. It's basically a scattered art exhibit and advertisement for the businesses. I easily reached my 10,000 steps doing that. I intended to come home and do a painting of fishing boats, but my room was messy and cluttered and I can't do anything when it's like that. In other words, I procrastinated until it was too late. I'll work on the painting tomorrow. I did get the room cleaned up, however.
I got a call tonight from a half-sister saying our father died today. I'll give you some background. I don't know most of my siblings. My father had about 17 children in all. The pattern went like this ... 1 kid with a woman,10 kids with one woman, 4 kids with another, 2 with another. There might be more. He was never responsible for any of them. I was raised with two sisters by our single mom. So, tonight I get this call from one of the sisters from the 10-pack. It's weird because we always believed that family was bitter and angry with US because no one reached out before. It's a shame that it takes his death to bring us together, but we have plans to meet. It will be interesting to find out our similarities and differences. I hadn't seen my father in 23 years, at which time he showed me photos of his nice big house and all the trips he'd taken over his life. Uh-huh. Such a nice fellah.
Anyway, I'll do a weigh in tomorrow and smack myself around a bit to get in the groove. Something has to change. I need to change my routine, I think.
Atlantic coast of Canada, 52 F, Fitbit Inspire HR.
