I guess I should start by telling you a little bit about myself. I have two children, a daughter 28 years old and a 26 year old son. I live with my daughter , her husband, and my ex-husband. Just your typical family. My ex-husband just moved in a couple of weeks ago. He broke up with his girlfriend of four years and my daughter felt she had to take him in because he had nowhere else to go. Fortunately, he and I have always gotten along well. Especially after the divorce 18 years ago.I am considered disabled by the government, probably because I can’t stand for more than a few minutes at a time. I get to park in handicapped parking spaces. I get to drive around in the grocery store in a motorized shopping cart at 4 miles per hour. I get the library to deliver books to me.
I have a lot of time now. I retired from a small business I owned, a year ago, because of my back problems. I miss my store. I ran it along with my father for 25 years. He passed away almost 8 years ago so I ran it alone then. It wasn’t any fun without him. I also could not survive on disability alone so my daughter and her husband moved in with me about 8 months ago. The deal was I would give her the house but I came with it and now her father comes with it too. He and I live on one floor and my daughter and her hubby live on another floor and we share the kitchen and bathroom. They have their own bedroom and living room and their own entrance so they can have some privacy. I do all the cooking from my wheel chair. It’s hard cooking from a wheel chair, I’ve burned myself on the stove twice already. My daughter’s convinced I’m going to set myself on fire. But I guess she isn’t worried enough to do the cooking herself. Actually, she wouldn’t have the time. She has to take a boat to work which takes up 1 1/2 hours a day. She works long hours. Plus I like to cook. I just hope I stop burning myself.
I only cook weight watcher meals. I make six portions. One for me and one for my daughter and two portions each for the guys. She’s lost 35 pounds since she moved in and is now back to being a size 4 and I’ve lost 45 pounds. I still have to lose another 150 pounds. That’s the price I have to pay for eating instead of getting on Zoloft. I didn’t even know I was depressed until my sister and daughter convinced me. They were right. I finally feel I am getting my life back under control.
I guess that’s what this blog will be about mostly– Me