After weighing myself this morning and discovering that I am within 3 lbs and 6 ounces of my goal weight, I gave myself a pat on the back. For me this continued loss means the gluten-free diet is not compromising my weight loss regimen. Either that, or I have a deadly disease and am wasting away. Seriously, I think I am in pretty good condition, despite the problems I have with arthritis.
I have a severe form of this disease. I read this week (in one of my numerous magazines on this topic), that only thirty percent of folks over the age of 65 have osteoarthritis, so getting older does not mean you will develop this crippling ailment. A smaller percentage has the severe form of arthritis that eventually puts one in a wheelchair. My variant of the disease began when I was in my 40s or earlier, and I inherited it from my Mom’s side of the family.
Being overweight did not cause my arthritis, but it certainly did not help it. My nightmare scenario was becoming so heavy that it would take several strong men to carry me, if I became incapacitated. I think this issue dawned on me when I was first carried down the stairs at my house by an ambulance crew. But, when I had a stroke and the rescue crew and my boss carried me out of my office and down stairs to the waiting ambulance with my boss yelling, “it’s heavy” the whole way, I decided the time had come to do something. The thought that my weight could make life difficult for other people motivated me to act.
Above: Nandina or Heavenly Bamboo in winter
Sitting on my porch this beautiful morning, I watched the birds cluster around the suet feeder. First came one of the male Downey Woodpeckers, then a Song Sparrow followed by a several Catbirds. A couple of Starlings flew in and soon hogged the feeder. I could see Lady Catbird urging one of the male Catbirds to go back to the feeder and run the Starlings away.
She finally persuaded him, and he flew down from the fence and briefly engaged in a beak fight with one of the Starlings, who drove the Catbird away from the feeder. Next Lady Catbird gave the male a “can’t you do anything right?” look.
Having returned to the kitchen table, which overlooks the feeder, I rapped on the window to scare the greedy Starlings. One bold male Catbird, who had been waiting in the Nandina shrub below the feeder, flourished his wings like a cape, and returned to the feeder. Did he win the fair Lady Catbird’s heart? Don’t know, but he sure showed he could deliver the goods for a clutch of nestlings.
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