Time marches on. It left footprints all up my back. I'm still kicking - not so high and not so fast, but still kicking. And that's the important part.
Apparently I have not logged on to MFP since August of 2017. My, how time flies.
My granddaughter asked about a poem I had written and posted to this blog, and I signed back on in order to find it. That's when I realized how much I missed being on MFP. And here I am. Again. Still.
Assessment: More parts have fallen off or become nearly worn out. Exercise is almost down to nothing, but - thanks to some healthy habits I developed when I was in my OCD phase with MFP - my weight has remained fairly stable. I celebrate going from (cringe) Obese to the upper edge of Normal.
Whoever thought Normal would be a source of pride! (but at least I'm not Average.)
So. Where do I go from here, and why am I back with MFP? '
Mainly the exercise thing. Being accountable might cause me to be more diligent. That's the intention. Also, keeping track of every morsel of food stuff - or food substitute - might make me more mindful of food choices. I must admit I've become a bit sloppy and started eating not-so-good stuff just because I wanted it. (example: the get-down-and-roll-in-it strawberry cake from a few days ago.) I know better. Sometimes I just don't do better.
And I miss my imaginary friends. At this point, due to the pandemic, even my real-life friends have become sort of imaginary.