JazzyOne9254
Teetering....
Dec 10, 2014
In my last post...I was very close to my PCP's weight loss limit for me...no lower than 160 pounds...well,, I'm out of the "Danger Zone" now, at 168.6. I'm not going to freak out about eight and a half pounds...but I will remain watchful. I have "slept off" that amount before!
Nothing new in this boring little space where I live. I sometimes feel like a prisoner, serving out a life sentence, but really, aren't we all? We're trapped on this little spaceship called Earth, and if we're lucky, we may get a nugget of joy thrown our way every now and then.
Reminds me of a game my late Dad would play with our family dog, Toto.
Toto would stay right by him and his easy chair when he came home from work; if he moved, Toto moved. I think in terms of dog social order, he assigned Dad "alpha dog" status. Every now and then, Dad would reach into the doggie treat bag,grab a few, and toss one to Toto at random moments. The way he would get up and dance around, toss the treat across the room, then run over to pick it up was his little doggy way of expressing joy.
I need a nugget in the worst way right now. It's getting to the point where I probably wouldn't know joy if it ran up and bopped me over my head. I might possibly do what our beloved Toto did when he got older, and there was a nugget thrown his way. He'd raise his head, watch it roll by, then put his head back down and continue being a little furry lump in the family room. A few months after he began this behavior, Toto crossed the Rainbow Bridge, at the ripe old age of 15 (in dog years, I think that would be 105).
A life without joy is really no life at all.
