So, here I am on a Friday night at 8:05 PM sitting at my computer pecking away. DH is on the other side of the studio pecking away at his…doing real, actual art work, a course, while I just noodle around wasting time. Well, not wasting it..not really. The antibiotics seem to be starting to knock this “sick” thing out…I had more energy today than I’ve had in the past two or three or more days, and actually cleaned the kitchen, ran the dishwasher, emptied it, and cooked a pretty decent supper.

Mt daughter came by and we were chatting about how she’s doing Weight Watchers (while I’m just cutting calories, increasing fiber, drinking mega-water and exercising…or have BEEN exercising until I started feeling sick from this bronchial thingamagig.) and she showed me how to calculate the points and what have you. I got kind of interested and after she left, I figured up just about all the stuff I’ve been eating, and I seem to be pretty much on track except for portion size. That’s always been a problem for me. I have an EXTREMELY healthy appetite. But I want to get these last 20 pounds off, and I’m getting a little sick of losing in OUNCES every week. So, I think on Monday I’m going to give this point counting a try and see how it goes.

I’m a tad fatigued, and to tell the truth, I find it a little annoying, but I suppose I’d better just ease into this “fully recovered” business. Jump too fast, and I might just end up on my a$$ again, which would NOT be optimum. Now you know I quit smoking back on the first of January, and I’ve felt really great ever since - more stamina, WAY more energy, and absolutely no respiratory problems whatsoever, so this whole Bronchitis thing kind of knocked me for a loop, here. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve actually been *sick* over the past twenty-plus years. So forgive me if I seem to be dwelling on this. I think it kind of shocked me a little because I wasn’t expecting it.

Tomorrow I’m getting back on my bike. Weather is supposed to be a little cool - like in the low seventies - but sunny. Perfect biking weather.

I’m working on a hypnosis tape. About ten years ago, I was a certified hypnotherapist and was working with another hypnotherapist …we got most of our referrals from local hospitals and pain management clinics, because of course hypnosis is a very effective tool in managing pain - and in a lot of other applications, as well. I moved on from that work and started writing and working more on my own, but I use self-hypnosis when I need to (like when I quit smoking after 30 years). So, my sister is coming up from North Carolina for a visit early in October, and she’s ten years older than me and has smoked for more than 40 years. This past winter, she had a bad respiratory infection, couldn’t breathe, and was admitted to the hospital. They diagnosed her with COPD, and told her she needed to quit smoking. She did alright with it for awhile, but now she’s back smoking again, and the COPD is just going to get progressively worse. So I’m figuring to have a tape for her to listen to when she comes up. Hopefully, we can put an end to this for her once and for all. I’d like for her to be around a while longer.

Walking blues….yeah, dawg. Life is just one long walk, when you really think about it.

Ciao,

E!