I don’t really like soup, but these past few days, soup has been the only thing that likes me. Actually, it only started liking me a little bit, yesterday. I don’t remember ever being so sick.
Mom, and many others, used to say, “Your health is your wealth.” She also said, “Truer words were never spoken.” Both phrases are quite accurate. I would rather feel good than have a million dollars. I have a new compassion for people who suffer from chronic health issues. This is a stand alone statement.
Don’t abuse your body.
Enough things can go wrong with the human anatomy without our help. I have always been sort of an all or nothing kind of person. I either fiercely adhere to healthy eating and exercise or go full bore into slothfulness and gluttony. In the last few years, I have spent more time in the later category.
Dollie has promised to help me with this blog. She convinced me I must let Murdo Girl’s friends know why she hasn’t written anything lately.
I must try to fuel myself with soup. I asked Kip to stop by the store and bring me some cans of soup. He brought me, Cream of Mushroom, Cream of Celery, and Broccoli and Cheese. I have only eaten the first two in a casserole or baked with chicken, but I’ll give them a try.
I want to feel good again!!! I want to continue looking through my discoveries and writing their stories. I want to live to see clear, sunny skies. I want to experience scents other than musty. I want to wear shoes instead of rubber boots.
I want to feel like doing things. I can take better care of myself without being a fanatic. I want to find a way to download Pearl’s emotes.
Never try to compete with Pearl, Dollie girl!!
Okay…maybe I’m delirious…I think I’ll try to eat some cream of something.