Listening to: Polaris by Zero 7

Reading: Seabiscuit, Rascal, Kitchen Table Wisdom, my Louise Hay Wisdom Cards

Wondering: Why I felt so incompetent a few weeks ago or, more accurately, why I am prone to confuse being a beginner with being incompetent.

Feeling: Ready to go home, have sex, and eat dinner. In that order.

Excited About: How wonderful my life is! My visit to Hilton Head was perfect. So exquisite that I've not got words yet.

Weighing: 359! That means I'm down a total of 33 lbs. This is the easiest, happiest, weight loss I've ever experienced. The energy freed up by relinquishing my need to obsess and worry is joyfully decluttering other areas of my life. It's utterly validating to have my body sense and surgery choice proving to be so absolutely flow-centered.

Surprised By: The fact that a disproportionate portion of the posts in this blog are about weight and weight loss surgery, when they comprise only a small portion of my life. *shrug* I'll try to be more well-roundedly revealing, going forward.

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The Setting

Your pumpkin: In costume, perched on the edge of a low brick wall.

You: Speed on blades, a roller-ghost.

I: Attired in black cat stealth, watching the energy build and brew.


The Event

Your pumpkin: Sits, eyes a candle dance above an expression of grave concentration.

You: Shout your blood, a banshee witch on squealing wheels screaming through the half-pipe.

I: Gulp air, a vicarious vampire, past glories resonant.


The Conclusion

Your pumpkin: Flickers your breeze.

You: Cackle like a cartoon witch.

I: Think seven-year-old girls are miracles with feet.



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