Today I volunteered at our grandson Caleb’s swim team meet, working the concession stand. In hindsight, it may not have been the best idea to put a woman trying to eat clean in front of tables overflowing with donuts, chips, candy, soda pop, and pizza. Surprisingly, I didn’t actually want any of it—but I did find myself getting a little judgy about what all those swimmers were eating. I kept it to myself... I think. I’ll find out in November when I’m back on concession duty. Hopefully there won’t be a note waiting that says, “Keep your judgy self away from us.” The bagels, I decided, were probably the least unhealthy of the bunch.
Between food prep, logging meals, nutrition education, a bit more activity, meditation, and breathing exercises, I’m realizing that prioritizing my health is practically a full-time job. Good thing I’m retired—now I finally have the time for it.
We also have houseguests for a while—Jeremy’s mom, Shelly, and her partner, Artie, along with their small dog, Pebbles. Pebbles is as cute as a button, which is probably why I keep wanting to call her Button. Pebbles and Alto are… coexisting. Pebbles is blind in one eye and has long bangs, so sometimes she suddenly “discovers” Alto and starts barking. Meanwhile, Alto has been sitting nearby for half an hour, looking both offended and bewildered. If she weren’t so put out, it would be funny. So far, there’s been no physical contact—just a lot of hissing and barking. I’m half-expecting one of them to organize a little protest, complete with inflatable frog costumes and signs demanding better treatment in the Coehlo household. (That’s a nod to the Portland protesters for those following along at home.)
It’s getting late, and I still have my evening chores to finish up. I hope you all had a peaceful Sunday—and that your week ahead starts gently and stays kind.
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