Listening to "Singing Wire," Native music, on KUNM. Every Sunday, noon to 4, Mountain Time. It's just about over now, tho.
Had me TWO double espressos, made with that pinon coffee (ground, whole beans), organic molasses sugar and REAL foamed cream (bought some pints on sale and froze em).
It's been four hours since I ate my bowl of soup and my pudding, and I still ain't hungry!
I can eat as much as I want, all week long! I don't have to scrimp and ration!
PLUS, since I'm volunteering, answering phones for KUNM's pledge drive 5 days this week...DURING lunch hour, thank you, I'll eat lunch for free all week!
I have PLENTY of healthy, wholesome food, especially fresh produce, which is the most SCARCE food for me!!!!
I can actually eat the recommended number of servings of everything, per day!
I already feel stronger and happier, just from the 3 egg pancake and my lunch.
I can really feel the difference, when I've had enough to eat. Otherwise, I'm really tired, I get muscle cramps, and the pain in my joints is even worse than normal.
It's such a BURDEN off of me, just knowing I'll have enough to EAT!!
And it's even the end of the month!! No food stamps again for about two weeks!
AND I DIDN'T have to go to some ugly, mean bible thumping food pantry where they play Lady Bountiful and try to make you feel guilty and inferior for getting food from them.
I'm going to eat a pear and a plum in a bit.
And I can make my pancakes, etc with soy milk from now on, so I'm getting the omega 3 and the estrogen.
My house smells toasty from espresso.
It was so gratifying, hangin with those kids and the homeless ppl. Nobody thinks I'm crazy or weird. They all understood me and respected me. ONe of the ladies in line said, "aren't you the lady who drives that bright scooter?" I don't know WHERE she knew me from! Apparantly, I gave her a cigarette once...
I haven't had coffee in about a month. So four shots of espresso has me bushy tailed. Which is good, since I was awful tuckered from three hours of cooking. I've been up since four thirty. By now, I should be konked out, napping.
But I'm listening to "This American Life," which is a GREAT program. I'm in my old lady caftain: kinda African wood block batiked, with an embroidered yoke. I wear it as a house dress; I've got 3 of em.
I never wear them out on the streets. Used to, but I stopped.
However, I've got some ideas about restoring my wardrobe back to my previous style. I used to wear lots of bangles, day glow and tropical colors, embroidery, etc. I have some Mexican skirts I wanna fix up. I have a tulle petticoat I wanna make a waist band for. I think it'd b kewl, puttin' around on my scooter, wearing '50s Mexican, '60s African, etc....
I miss being who I am. I didn't DARE dress my style in the War Zone.
I can't stand plain clothes! Just cuz I'm old and fat don't mean I can't enjoy my clothes!
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