I've been immersed nursing mom to health, using a software programme which tracks food content. It's been challenging, and I've been slowly tweaking the foods, to increase fibre, which I've confirmed is missing, as the experts say, from our diet.
My hands are sore from typing, but maybe I'll be able to estimate the amounts, as I choose better or nutrient richer foods, particularly fibre rich foods. I even got a compliment from the dietician who said I was doing awesome!
A funny thing happened at the grocery store, where I walk forever to get the exercise, using my irrational need to meet little demands from the diet, after I'd missed some items in the grocery delivery.
My sore wrist was bothering me, so I was wincing and stretching it. I'd noticed a woman, and know enough not to stare, but she actually reminded me of a wonderful person I'd met at church. This similar-looking person asked me if I was alright after I finished my shopping, since I was still favouring my wrist. I said I was just stretching it out, and probably overused it typing. So she said "so you're alright". I replied, yes, and I didn't hurt at the store.
I suppose I thought I might have fallen in the store. I was actually flattered that anyone, let alone an attractive woman, would even notice me, since I hadn't shaven for a few days, my back was sore, so I didn't go to the gym as I normally do, so I look more "presentable".
It's nice to have someone actually talk to me, since I can go for hours without a peep, but that's my "world". I'd like to continue going to the store, since it seems welcoming, and I actually went to school a block away, so it's closer to some part of me-the high school ideals, and sports and aspirations, which kind of disappeared with dad's passing...
