Well now!

Before adding a The End to my contributions on Harry’s World, I decided to go for a run. Running reminded me of a time when I was “less intense.”

I thought back to that time when I exercised with friends for several hours each day, followed a proper yeast-free zone diet day, burned sage, only read People at the dentist’s office, enjoyed the company of neighbors, and had time to sleep. I didn’t worry so much about being fired, being fat or being unfriendly. I didn’t worry so much about failing. I suppose I didn’t have as far to fall. If I did, I had the energy to climb back up. And the time.

Unbeknownst to me, or perhaps not so much, I have let “The Negatives” slip in and affect me.

At work, it’s easy to think I am not doing a good job. After all, I work in a vacuum. I’ve been too busy to check in with others to find out what obstacles they are dealing with.

Physically, I weigh what I did pre-Harry, but I do not feel “in shape.” My chiropractor swears I am, and I am told by certain instructors I am a “star pupil” but I seem to be butting heads with my fitness regime, and acquiring injuries in the process. My advice to others would be “slow and sure” but that method is frustrating. Marathoners shouldn’t struggle to run a mile.

I’ve been letting the foods I eat fatigue me (yeast and dairy). I eat what I tell others not to. I’ve almost given Harry fries on several occasions (thank you, Kevin, for stepping in and guiding me in my moment of weakness!).

Worst of all, in my weakened state, I’ve let “The Negatives” get to me. These are the people who obviously are not as comfortable in their own shoes as they would like to be. These are the people who like to bring others down. J.K. Rowling might call them “Dementors.”

I’ve decided to be rid of them once more. Healthy foods for Harry. Healthy thoughts for me. Warm fuzzies all around. So, don’t talk to me if you are going to be glum, unless you want a hand up. Don’t question my beliefs, unless you want an explanation. Don’t offer me pizza, because it is kryptonite to my body and soul.

Kevin, Harry and I had a blast at Disney World last February. With all of the busy-ness in our lives, we need more quiet time together. I was sober for my 30^th birthday, and stuck in a car all day at the close of it. This year I plan to be on a beach when the winter solstice rolls around and leads me to the year 32. Keeping Harry’s needs in mind, I think I will check out Beaches Resorts. This won’t be the first December I’ve spent with Elmo.

We also plan to be home for Christmas.