DAY 308 -- Clarification

This is a blog to clarify a few things. One of my faithful readers (at least he reads once a month whether he needs to or not, or he accidentally finds this page on his screen) asked if a doctor had dictated that I should  lose those pounds that are making me appear pregnant to my grand son. He asked if I was going to die if I didn't lost some weight and that was why I was trying to lose weight.

He also asked if I was terminally due to visit the morgue and be put in the ground with my boots on (but I really don't wear boots, nor do I own boots).  He asked if some doctor said that I better get in shape or I  was going to die.  I don't think he was really too worried thinking I was going to die, no tear in his voice, no sad look on his face, he was just interested, I guess.  He may have been wondering to see if he would have to save a day or two out of his schedule to come to my funeral.  I would assume he would come, for he is my own son.

No, I am not dieing, I am well and healthy.  I just feel that I would be able to run and not faint, serve and not feel too pregnant, and be able to serve longer.  My dream/goal to lose fifteen pounds was just my own thought and my own desire.  I guess you can see, by the way I continue to eat, that it is not a heavy desire, but one day I will really get serious, I would hope.

Another reader (at least I have two readers, or they are the same person) asked me to be more specific about what I write.  She was my daughter.  At least she was not worried that I was dieing, and that I would not be able to be at her next birthday, for I am always the life of the party, and she loves me to come, especially since I eat so much which destroys my weight goal again, which will worry my son that I soon will be buried. 

I am well.  I am healthy, just do not appear to svelte and healthy with a slightly, really just slightly bigger stomach than someone else thinks I should have.  I am not ready to purchase a casket, and I am healthy enough to serve a mission.

By the way, rather than question whether I am soon to take my last breath, please feel free to comment on this blog, ask me if I die soon, or what I weigh.  I will not be offended, especially since my grandson still thinks I am pregnant.