Last night, I sat down at the table and ate my supper. It’s the first time I’d done that since my mom passed. No wandering about with my food, no sitting in front of the computer or the TV with it.
Old ways and routines come to an end. New ones become established, but it may take some time!
I was a bit surprised to get on the scale a couple days ago and find that I’ve lost around 15 pounds since the beginning of the year — I’m the lightest I’ve been in over twenty years. It’s a good thing I left those old pants hanging in the back of the closet (and basic chinos never go out of style, do they?). More exercise, less of the wrong kind of food. It’s not hard to do, at least for me. I just needed to establish that new routine, find that new way of doing things.
Now, if I could just get myself into a decent routine of writing.