Well, it’s been an eventful week. One thing it shows me is that I have a lousy track record when it comes to optimism. I always expect the worst, like a dog you read about in those books who cringes at the back of a cage expecting to be beaten.
In this case it was the new apartment we’d applied for. All through this process, I’ve been expecting, and waiting for, the worst. I was so very convinced that we would not be approved for the apartment. But we were. I got the keys yesterday. We’ll be keeping both apartments through December, so we can have a whole month to move. I’m praying we find the help we need to effect that move.
On the subject of bariatric surgery, I’m surprised at how very common this surgery is. On Monday I talked to yet another friend who, much to my surprise, underwent that surgery as well. She’s already given me some advice, and is willing to talk to me about it at any point. I’m so grateful to the number of people who have shown support to me, offered encouragement, even a bit of tough love at times.
I’ve started a walking regimen now, to complement my eating better. I’m starting slowly, but have a route I take around the apartment building hallways twice a day. I guess I’ll need to come up with a new route when we move. Maintaining this regimen is at least as tough for this lazy person as the food intake changes, but it’s also at least as important.
And, on another note entirely, Go Bombers!!!!! I’m predicting we’ll win the Grey Cup tomorrow, 30-28, against Hamilton.