We had a lovely visit with our friends. Smooth driving each way, and very relaxed. We stay at the same motel each time, and it's comfortable and easy walking around the town from it. Today is our opera, in which Renee Fleming supposedly flames out. Well - the dying of the summer, the shift to fall, it all works. I'm adjusting. I'm also on a diet, and doing pretty good, but the lack of carbs is a toughie for me. First the sugar, now no carbs, it doesn't leave much, but I guess that's the idea. I'm afraid it's my husband who will lose the weight and I won't. But I have lost some already, which is encouraging, and more importantly, I have two friends who are doing this as well, and I can talk to them and get some support. I can see that I'm going to have to get into coffees and teas, and exotic greens and maybe just smelling things a lot. I could be a bakery bum, staring through the window at those lucky people who get to BUY brioche. I could rub fresh bread on my body, and sleep with raisin bagels under my pillow.
In the meantime, while I'm whittling away to nothing, or at least a person with a waist, I can concentrate on my intellectual development. More Rosetta Stone, less stoneground wheat. And there is sewing, and walking, and singing, and all the other things I love, that I can look forward to instead of lunch. I hope.
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