Set Free and Learning to Fly

Free like a bird, learning to fly is my new motto. You see, I used to have a daughter. When August comes, my grief will have lasted six months. As if she died, the house is empty, leaving me alone with the dog, her dog, her sick dog.

For ALL the sacrifice and love and devotion and work, my daughter has used me up and tossed me aside. Yes, the exact temperament of her father rules her existence. He used me up and threw me away, and now so has she.

I have stuck with my healthy eating program and lost 45 pounds now. It translates into 5-1/2 inches off my waist. I feel healthier every day, and have learned to make good choices. I am still obese and old and plain, and apparently undesirable to the opposite sex, but I manage to stay busy.

I have been set free, except for a sick dog to care for, and I am learning to fly on my own. Thanks God for meetups and new friends, good wine at two points a glass, and a few choice concert outings for the rest of the summer.