This morning is my last class of the week.
The weather has changed, a cold front has blown through and the highs are in the 60’s.
Sweatshirts! Boots! (I know. I know NYC girls are rolling eyes. Sorry…but kind of not sorry!)
A light freeze is coming mid week. I went out to the garden that I had pretty much abandoned during the 115 degree summer, and I’ll be damned if it’s not flourishing. There’s tomato blooms out there that, if I cover it with a sheet at night, just might explode into tomatos for a final harvest! So that’s something.
I’m making a B in my Young Adult Fiction class. I have the midterm, a project and a grad paper along with 8 more weeks of daily grades, to bring it up to an A.
I’m making this for supper tonight. Sweet Potato Chili. So good. I can’t wait. Jalapeno cornbread to go with it.
As I was looking at the recipe…I started perusing the entire blog. The author has had her own struggle with weight.
Mine is at a place right now…my body is out of control. I can feel it. I can’t wait until my doctor’s appointment in a few weeks. There’s something else going on here that is more than emotional eating. . . but that’s the majority of it and the emotions and hormones and crazy voices. . . there’s got to be an endgame. These posts resonated with me, go read.
Ok, I’ve got a list of things today after class and time at the library.