I just realized I haven’t written in a few days. I thought I would blogging daily but it’s difficult to come up with creative ideas to keep you interested and entertained. My brain is still foggy and I’ve had some wicked migraines this last month.
Now that the weather is cooler, I’m really getting back into cooking. I’ve made many casseroles – but my favorite little treat has been frying up some perogies, with onions, mushrooms and garlic sausage. Oh man. It’s so good.
Money is tight this month so I’ve been trying to make my food last as long as possible. I’ve resorted to stocking up on cheap items like cans of soup, beans, pasta, and frozen vegetables. But at the time – these are great base ingredients for stews, soups and casseroles. All my favorite things.
I upped my game for exercise. I’ve been doing about 45 minutes on the bike four days a week. On alternate days, I use the exercise ball and focus on my core area and legs. I can feel things shifting around. My knees always give me grief when I workout this much.
While the scale hasn’t budged much, I can see a difference in my cheek bones – and the way my pants are fitting in my legs.
I find crunches and lunges help with losing weight around the hips – which is the toughest for me. But my goal is lose at least 30 pounds in the next three months.
That’s a challenge this time of year – especially with Christmas coming up. But I know I can do it if I stay determined and focused.
Today at church we celebrated the All Saint’s Day (which is technically end of October. Everyone lights a candle for someone they lost. The table full of candles was so full that there was quite the heat coming from it.
I always find this service emotionally draining. We always sing the hymn “Day by Day” which is a family hymn that we sing at funerals. It always makes me think of my mum, my auntie and grandmother.
Trying not to cry – when everyone around you is crying – and maintaining composure is hard. But I find this service can also be therapeutic. Maybe even cathartic.
When I play the organ (as a volunteer), especially during meditative and quiet times, it’s like I’m channeling music from an unseen force. I can’t explain it. But when I’m improvising, I don’t even know where that music comes from. It’s a cathartic experience almost.
Music to me, isn’t a job. I don’t make a living from it – that’s very hard to do these days. Music is part of who I am and it’s my therapy. Plus being able to see family on a weekly basis and have coffee with friends is an important part of healing for me.
Also – where else can I go every and get up to 25 hugs in one morning from regular church members? That’s always a good feeling – especially when you live alone like me.
I think I’ll stop there. I’m itching to get at the piano and fiddle around. I’ve hit a bit of a writer’s block for new music so I’m looking at just gearing up for the Christmas season and maybe recording some Christmas tunes for funsies.
I might share some artwork later. Been trying to learn some new skills after watching a few tutorials. But the brain drain is real and learning is difficult right now.
And on that note, I wish you a happy Sunday.
I’ll leave you with a Song of the Day suggestion – this one is Love Affair, by kd Lang.