I started my Sunday with a restless puppy and a couple of simple outdoor tasks. My leg was still bothering me, taking all the attention away from the balance and dizziness issues. I sat down most of last night’s neighborhood party. Everyone was concerned about how I felt, and I wish there was better news to share with them. I feel like a Negative Nelly with my complaints. The girls sang karaoke and the guys talked about plumbing issues, ailments, and cars. I’m not handy like most of them, so I try to act interested. 

I have two lunches next week, which isn’t good, since I seem to be gaining about a half-pound of weight a day. Exercise has been limited by my leg, and I continue to consume cruise-like calories. Too much alcohol and sweets! I need to put lock on the refrigerators and stay home. Instead, we’re out all the time, gathering invitations for lunches, parties, dinners, and shows. 

I rented a car yesterday for our August trip to Maine in two months. In six weeks, we go to Portland for a visit. I’ll start going to the gym next week, after my cardio rehab consultation, make a couple more trips to the chiropractor, see a neurologist, and continue to walk in the pool. I also need to drain my water heater and do some touch-up painting, to earn my keep at home. Hopefully, I can start to burn some calories, make these home improvements, relieve the pain in my leg, strengthen my muscles, and get back on the right diet track. My granddaughter grabbed on to the flab hanging from my bicep last week, another innocent reminder that my body is turning to mush. I’m uncomfortable in my own skin. 

Tally is at the dog park, while I keep an eye on Fosse. I did very little yesterday but watch the NFL draft, Pacer’s highlights, The Sopranos, and did some limited writing. I want to get back to working on “Hungry in Hungary,” but my neighbor who’s the subject has been out of town. It’s the purpose of one of next week’s lunches. I will try my best to put Negative Nelly back in the box and make next week more productive.