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Full Harvest Moon

I feel like my personal life and my need to get some productivity done is making me make bad choices, as a cop out. It's a full moon.

For two months I've been dating guy who's no good for me, and I know it. He's going through some hard times, and I don't want to kick him when he's down. I never seem to be able to just walk away and keep walking where he's concerned. I've known him almost 20 years. I don't know why. I suspect I need to write some love poetry and figure it out. I can't figure it out in my head and make it work.

In the same vane, I plan to start exercising this week--water aerobics. I could meet a nicer guy at the gym, and get my body into better shape. I've lost from a dress size 18, to almost a 12 now. I haven't been eating much, and my bipolar meds have really cut down my appetite.

It's great except I have no clothes that fit, and I've got a bit of gravity sag at 50. It's not so bad that exercising could get it gone. I was admiring Kurt Russell's body in "Escape from LA" this afternoon. And Cher looked so good in "Witches of Eastwick." I think she always does, but I'm a fan.

There's no reason, except maybe my bad back--that I can't get in better shape. I plan to start water aerobics at 9:00 am on Tuesday morning. Wish me luck and cheer the on. Tonight is a full Harvest Moon. Check it out, and tell me if it's bigger than usual and golden.