Mom has moved to Villa Pomerado (the rehab center) and is settling in. She has had some digestive upsets and food doesn't always sound as good as it might. They are trying to get her up and keep her in a wheelchair all day. Yesterday that didn't work so well. When her tummy is giving her whirlies she can't eat, of course, and not eating doesn't help.
She seems to really like the therapist who is working with her and the nurses are all nice. Pam took them donuts to say "Thank you" and predispose them to take extra care of the lady in 245C. She also got a roommie yesterday and the new lady seems pleasant (so she reported last night). Her friends from the library and the pinochle group are indeed good friends and are coming to see her regularly. Things are going as well as can be expected if you are 88 and just fell and broke yourself. Little old ladies simply don't heal as well as younger folk.
As for my eating plan, I'm doing just fine. The food has been a non-issue so far. Girl Scout cookies arrived yesterday and I'm not even finding them tempting. The simple, basic diet with very specific guidelines sounds a bit harsh to outsiders, but it is healthful, nutritious, and easy to follow. No journaling required for now. Some of the things I eat are quite good, others rather bland, but that is a normal diet. The prayer and meditation segments work very well for me. I could really use an additional imposed quiet time each day right now. The hardest part, for me, is making outreach calls. You are asked to call and connect with three other FA members each day. You can talk about the program with them, or life in general, and sometimes just say "hi" and "goodbye". Oh, yes, I still don't much care for the plain non-fat yogurt. I just eat it really fast and try not to really taste it. It's not as bad as coffee, raw onions, or cherry flavored cough drops, but it certainly isn't good. If it is meant to make me stop thinking of food as a reward, it's working.
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