fine, fine, fine…

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Dec 312020

as soon as 20 turns to 21. somehow it’s always a clean slate i’m stepping into. the last 3 years have been the worst in my life.

i’m still here even though i tried really hard to not be.

and i’m tired. of the non-stop. i want stillness. quiet. smoke free air. a clutter free apartment…

for mom not to leave.

i want rest. calm. sound sleep and for the cat to beat the kidney disease.

life turns to death in a moment. one breath. eye open, then dark. i live this every day.

i want peace.

a long sleepy afternoon filled with nothing but breathing.

Sep 252020

“stood on the cliffside screaming “give me a reason”… TSwift

running up the hill turned into a two week race on a flat course, no moving forward, no moving back. we always want something happening never really getting that nothing happening is what it needs to be.

today. after dog tired days of work and still getting a work out in and steps in, and meals logged and articles read. i zipped into an armful of pants long discarded due to my fatness. no greater motivation than that today.

20 lbs down. 10 to go, may turn into 15. i want to be light as a feather, mind and soul.

i hope i never go back there.

Sep 042020

it all started with getting caught wolfing down a cup of yogurt at 11pm in the hall in front of my locker at work. i felt ashamed. but i was hungry.

one look in the mirror was enough. one look from Mom and it set the ball rolling. 2 months now and down 16 lbs. want to lose 17 lbs by this sunday and be down 30 lbs by november.

i’ve decided that i want to die (when it’s my time) in good shape. i want to fit into my old jeans and wear nice blouses.

i’ve been fit my whole life but it all went to hell once i hit 50…plus the thyroid cancer and menopause kind of threw a monkey wrench at my health. that and pure laziness, stress eating, and fatigue.

fat, overweight, chunky, husky, plump…. fixable problems. eating well, actually consuming the appropriate serving, and movement- whether it be walking or exercises – aerobic/weight training is necessary to feel better, sleep better and therefore, help with weight-loss.

i just have to do it.

Aug 212020

like when you know you’re going to hit the car in front of you but can’t stop…foot on the brake pedal, brain waiting for the crunch…

stay in the present, stay here…even when your mind rushes back on that wave of song that takes you to those awkward days when you wore all black and hated yourself…

but didn’t you know you were beautiful? your soul was clean like a sunday afternoon. your heart was still full of wonder, believing in magic, the look on your face as if you’d just seen God…

and how did you find yourself, sweaty and anxious, mind full of chatter, telling you to, telling you to, until you heard that low calm voice saying no. no train delays today. no pieces on the tracks. no pissed off commuters. no white cloth covering the yes.

could have been a year ago or last month but walking that tightrope never really changes. you dive into colors now but that little black shirt is still in the drawer… it keeps you honest. and you have better balance now.

Jul 182020

it’s been dragging me down for a million years. that dread. the worry. so much so that i’m a little unfeeling…or at least better at swallowing that mass of hurt until it dissolves like jello.

it’s impending. the weight loss, the lack of appetite. taste buds on dry. the slow walk and shaky hands. the confirmation of no more tests, no more upkeep by the docs…

what for?

and the travel from hothead brooklyn to spanishtown, where the air smells like red beans and rice and sweet fried plantains, is filled with monkey chatter bouncing from lobe to lobe. radiohead’s melancholy can’t outdo this sad…

i’ve seen it happen too many times. the second life turns to death. i see the lights go out in the eyes, the last breath, the muscle twitches, the ever scarring grief – white hot, raw, real, truth…

how it slips to no more. and what’ll we do with your pots and pans? all the masterpieces on the fridge? and how do i get up in the morning, brush my teeth, and get ready for work?

how do you jump over this grand canyon of loss?