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First of all, thank you all for your support.
My weight hasn’t changed much, but I’m not all that concerned. From my last post to now, my very well-intentioned 80 year old mother has brought us two boxes of wine to dinners we’ve had her over for, despite our asking her not to. We could have dumped them or given them away, but Chuck’s birthday was February 2, and it felt like him giving me especially one last hurrah. We haven’t bought any ourselves and finished all the whiskey in the house.
I walked for the first time today in a very long time. My husband bought me this really wonderful treadmill for Christmas 2021 and staged it in one of our empty bedrooms in our upstairs, where the kids’ rooms were. After finding Chuck, I couldn’t stand on it for more than a few minutes because my back is to the door and the feeling that someone unfriendly is standing there overtakes me. Even now, over two years later, I can’t do it.
But I can walk down our road, so I did that. When we sell this huge house, which we eventually will, I will be able to use my treadmill once more in our new house that will be filled with everything Chuck and my other kids, but without ghosts to frighten me.
Thank you for allowing my rant and release. I will try to keep in touch.
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