nothing seems to be working very well
trying to identify and feel my feelings
a sense of despair
like low lying fog
obscuring the sun
That's the truth of the moment... hopefully it will pass, maybe later this afternoon when my neighbor and I take our 2 mile walk with her pup dogs. They're Westies - very peppy and cute. Actually, it lifts my mood just to think of them. We haven't walked for a week and a half... I miss the exercise, my time with her and the pups very much.
Now that we're home again and our county fair is over, I have no excuses... It's time to get back to my food plan and start exercising again.
The motorcycle ride was tough in many ways... extreme heat, two break downs, restaurant eating, energy depletion. It brought out the worst of my entitlement thinking, which resulted in some overeating and poor food choices.
Or, looking at it in a different way... despite stress and hardship, I made some good food choices and managed to stick with my meal plan part of the time. And despite temptations, I didn't eat any of my binge foods! (Oh, I like that better!)
The other good things about the trip are that I managed to stay fairly positive, to look for and find interesting people and things along the way, and to conquer my 30-year aversion to being seen in a swimsuit.
So why, two and a half days after returning, am I so blue? I don't know.
Think I'll end this post on a more positive note by posting a few of my trip photos...
Character we met at a gas station.
My bike and a horseman near a pay phone.
Bare back highway rider.
Yakima River, blue highway follows the canyon.
Temps over 100 for five days of our ride.
Some smart chalk artist marked a remedy for the heat...
Sure fix for a hot biker.
Milky jade, the actual color of the water above Diablo Dam.
We drove into quite the headwind on the last day.