I was getting dressed yesterday and happened to glance in the mirror. There are floor to ceiling mirrors fitted to the front of the wardrobe and I was disgusted. My tummy has never been small but it’s looking extra horrible and I’m pretty sure it’s because I’m not walking as I should or in fact as I used to do.
I’m going to change that by going out regularly, and I’m also thinking of taking up yoga for the disabled. I’m sure You Tube has something I could work from. I shall ask my daughter for help. She’s so much better than me with this technology.
I had a really pleasant day yesterday. I took Trudy to the vet for a check up and she’s much improved. I’m really thankful.
I decided my next stop would be to visit my friends at the Beacon Cafe.It felt good. Cup of tea, cake (did I just mention I need to reduce the size of my tummy) but once every two weeks is okay I tell myself, as long as I just have that one piece of cake. I’m not sure if I’ll manage it but I’ll give it a try.
I tried to drum up some response to my post on Chandlers Ford neighbours. I was hoping to encourage those who had a pacemaker fitted to meet up for a chat or moan. To share concerns with others always lightens the load but not one reply. I’m sure I can’t be the only one in C.F with this whizz in my chest basically keeping me alive. I don’t even mind a chat on the phone or e mail, anything to help us feel better with our niggles and concerns.
I would state I have no medical knowledge only that I’ve got ‘one’ and therefore know a little about how I feel.
Today I’m having a lesson on how to upload a picture onto my blog. Let’s hope I can manage to do it. Will have to write everything down, as sometimes I feel I can’t even remember my name. Such a lot whizzing round my head. Passwords, numbers etc, the list goes on and on.