Promises, promises

No this isn’t a blog about politics, provincial or federal. This is a post about the endless occasions where I make promises to myself each time I go for a walk, promises that I’m going to change my life.

I switched to whole grain bread with flax seed two weeks ago. I had my last can of soda today. I walked to the END of the beach, as far as the DANGER sign, like I promised myself I would do months ago. But I’m not making promises.

My chest feels kinda funny, like I can’t breathe in deep enough. I have a Doctors appointment tomorrow, results from the many vials of blood that were taken from me. I hope it’s all good, I know I’m definately not taking any more prescription drugs – I don’t care what he has to say.

I’m going to go spend the last of the daylight hours with the hubby, perhaps watch a movie. Here’s a photo.

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Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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