It's an on going process.
Some days are perfection.
My clothing fits a certain way.
I am assured in my skin.
Birds are singing and love is all around.
I feel happy and have dancing feet.

Other days the opposite is true.
All of my clothing shrank over night.
Nothing fits. There's too much fat on my body.
My imagination runs away and thinks up some horrid scene.
I forget my natural well being.

Is that just the way it goes?
Is it hormones? My diet?
Psychological or Physical?
Still working on it.

Loving my free time right now.
Pondering this and other things.