Like so many alert, hungry people, I have had to follow where the work was. That started in 1987 when I was laid off by Kraft. Since then I have been a migrant worker. As the brutal winter of 2014 went on and on, I got it that, for me, no longer was the opportunity in the New York metro area.
The last time I had relocated to where I could earn a living was in 2004. I sold my house in the boonies and leased nearer to Manhattan. Then I lost 20 pounds. Without a thought about calories or exercise. For years business was good. Then that ended.
This time my migration has taken me to the southwest. The market here is better for what I do: ghostwriting and speeechwriting. Like all migrant workers, I winged it every day during the process. The focus was on survival. This time 10 pounds disappeared.
The disappointment: My body doesn't look young. Only thinner.