I am a compulsive shopper and a hoarder. Acquiring things and keeping them is my thing. Do I hate myself for it? Yes. Can I control it? At this time, no. But as far as hoarding goes, I have managed to change enough that I now am not messy about it. That for me is a big, huge accomplishment. (Please no comments about being proud of me.) I also have a problem with food. I don't eat a lot at meals, but I do snack a lot, potato chips being my undoing. Why am I putting myself down? because you have to be down before you can be up. Now for the up. I actually met, yesterday, with the person who showed me to use the weight machines. I'm not so sure she is all that knowledgeable but I do know more than I let on. I have failed to workout not because I am not aware of how it can help me but because I have not feel compulsed to do it. If I felt about exercise as I do about shopping, I would be one fit, almost, senior citizen. (By the way, I do not consider myself one in spite of that comment.) Anyway, I did work out for an hour last night and so far, I am not in pain. What I do feel like doing today (and yesterday afternoon) is writing poetry. Strange thing is I am not a poetry type person and to be honest it has been decades since my last poem. You go figure. Today is a very foggy day and I feel great. There is still hope for me. Somehow, I feel something inside me is changing. I sold my nice house which I bought new ten years ago and bought this old one. To be honest, although this house needs a lot of work, I feel a connection to it that I never had to other houses I have owned. Today I was thinking that the only thing I miss of that very nice house is the fact that it was close to Wirth Park, the largest park in Minneapolis, complete with lakes, small hills, beautiful sunrises and wildflowers. I used to love to go walking there especially during the early morning. Got to go Pumpkin is whinning because I am making him wait an additional hour for second breakfast (or first lunch). He can, also, afford to lose some weight.