Saturday, 22 July 2023
One of the advantages of going alcohol free is waking up on a morning ready for the day. A clear head and thoughts make such a difference. I’m getting so much more done in a shorter space of time, and I’m feeling like a real, living person, instead of a zombie, walking through life and missing out on so much.
There’s still problems of course, it wouldn’t be life it there wasn’t, but I’m ready for them. Today I’m feeling bloated and very full. I still have breakfast, but I know I need to make some changes to what I eat so that I can achieve the weight loss I want and need. I need to do it, so I can feel fitter and healthier and so I can run more often like I did yesterday over the moorlands where my heart truly is.
I’ve been to a poetry reading in Halifax, the first one I’ve been to in years. I wasn’t going to go but a friend mentioned it and I decided to go. I enjoyed it too. I knew the three poets who were performing, two of them I had heard before, and although it was a small, intimate gathering, it was an appreciative audience who enjoyed every word the poets spoke. It was a shame it wasn’t on longer, it seemed to have started before it had finished, but it was nice to catchup with some old friends from my time on the poetry circuit. For whatever reason I was in one of my socially anxious moods and I was being extra careful what I said and how and I’m sure this came across as me being a little weird, but then a poetry event is the place to be weird. My friend he felt closer to John who recently passed away then he had when he was alive, and it’s true. Sometimes a person’s passing has more of an effect on us then them being alive does. I can feel John in my writing. Weird.
I got the bus there and back and popped into the Piece Hall for a crystal on my way home. I always find that crystals find you rather than the other way round and as soon as I went in the shop a crystal called out to me and I bought it. It’s not one for carrying around with me, it’s one for sitting at my desk with me as I work away on my laptop.
I’m feeling very fat and bloated now, the result of too much bread over the past couple of days. I’m feeling very tired and lethargic, and want to go to bed, but I need to go to Tesco’s first to get some milk for my little girl and some cheese for me, and then I can laze on the sofa for the rest of the day whilst I wait for the bloating to go.
Tesco’s done, three poems written, and I’m laid on the sofa. My little girl, Lulu, has been very strange today, constantly meowing at me, apparently wanting to lay beside me. She doesn’t want any fuss; she just wants to lay beside me.
It’s 9pm and I’m shattered and it’s time for bed. Lulu follows me up to bed. It’s going to be a long night!
The Autistic FellRunner 