After some torrential rain this week, today and the weekend are supposed to be warm. Now they tell us, after we broke down and turned on the heat. I intend to take full advantage of the warming, by going on a walk with a friend today, and a hike on Sunday. Now that I can't eat, I'm focusing on nature. I will have to feed my soul in other ways. Actually, maybe eating a tuna melt was not feeding my soul anyway.
Chorus last night was that mixture of panic, when I can't get the notes, to pleasure, when I got through respectably. I liked the songs we are singing better this time than two weeks ago, and the people are friendly. I've not fallen in love with any of the songs, but it's early days. Finding the space inside my mouth, and relaxing my throat are helping with my sound. It feels healthy, almost like physical therapy.
Certainly, eating to much was not physical therapy, and I knew it at the time. Why do it? Because like most folks, my instincts are way out ahead of my rational brain. And why can I take better care now? Because two friends are successfully losing weight, and I can talk about it with them, and I have a doctor who cares enough to keep encouraging me. I'm pretty lucky.
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