· Most diabetic folks are way ahead of me. Not only do they know the diet, they know a yogurt that doesn’t have a texture like sand. I’m treating the search for a fat free, smooth yogurt as serious business. Green beans for breakfast slow me down. Carrots and beets are ok, but I love a solid yet creamy yogurt. I’ve discovered celery with 1 tablespoon of peanut butter but not for breakfast. I love cottage cheese, but I love it best for lunch. I’ve even found a pretty good fat free cottage cheese. I thought I’d be daring today and eat an egg after I shop for yogurt.
· I confess. I haven’t weighed since the 23rd. I’d lost elven pounds by then, but I am afraid to discover my weight loss has stopped.
· I had my first serious drinking dream last night since 1985. Perhaps I was 35 or 40 in the dream and heading down to the pier. There was a big party, and an old dream-lover invited me down to join the crowd for a glass of wine. I went. What triggered it? Winston, one of the guys I had the most hope for slipped. A slip is when you go out and get drunk. In his last five years clean and sober, he went from homeless to getting a Bachelors and Masters in Social Work. Eight days ago he used great quantities of drugs mixed in with great big giant bottles of booze. It’s amazing he didn’t die. I must have been more frightened by his slip than I knew.
· It’s a lovely cool Saturday morning. There is a gentle haze over the world, and word is that we will heat up into the seventies. I’ve posted bunny rabbits on the Discovery Shop Facebook page, congratulated one cousin on her birthday, and now am writing this before I head out into the world. Perhaps I will be brave and have cottage cheese with scrambled eggs in a real restaurant. Oh, the adventure of it all.