Is It Safe To Crawl Out From Under My Rock Yet?
Funeral, dental woes, rainbow bridge. I’ve been an off-topic basket of cheer haven’t I?
Sunday: We had to take our seriously senior dog on the one-way trip to the vet. He’d been decrepit for a while but until last week he passed the bologna test. You know the one. Animal lying about marinating in ennui, uninterested in life. Then you wave a slice of bologna and they rise up like a feeding shark. He was finally uninterested in even that. So we – actually Hubby – had to make the decision. The right thing to do, but still wretched.
On a procedural note, this has been a dog phenomenon (2 of 3). Horses and cats have made their own arrangements (1 horse & I-don’t-want-to-count-number of cats (Not that we are tough on cats. My previous Siamese lived to be 16; Fluff, to 17. We just have fleets. Thus endeth the digression)).
The joy is that they live with us. The sorrow is that they do not live as long as us.
Monday: Tooth update. I have an active infection and it will be two months before my dentist can pull the tooth. Two months! Unless I swell up like a chipmunk again and end up in the emergency room again. This is no way to run a railroad.
Tuesday: Week 1 of new diet & exercise. No exercise. I’m citing antibiotics/infection and giving myself a bye. Four sodas. On the downside, more than I wanted. On the upside, a) a fraction of what I’m capable of, b) I went inside the convenience store to pick up the gas receipt without buying a soda, & c) this week gave me provocation.
Three bags of M&Ms and some Christmas cookies. Minor transgression of a minor goal. Two missed meals, both lunches. Two of the sodas were related to the missed meals, so lesson learned.
Overall, a plus if not a total victory.
Since he was kind enough to Like my original diet post [Not So New], I have installed this man as my imaginary personal trainer. When I contemplate eating against my diet, I think, ‘I can’t. Mr. 2Fit wouldn’t approve.’ (Yes, it’s all mind games. Do not question how the sausage is made.)
I’ve also written a quote from a commenter into my diet/exercise notebook. Of course I have a diet/exercise notebook:
Good luck, the more you stick to your plan, the better you’ll feel, and the better you feel, the more you will stick to your plan…… Cheri Isgreen
I can’t say that I’ve had enough change to feel improvement, but I can see how it could/will be true.
Tomorrow: Back to horses. The update I intended to write on Sunday.
Yesterday: To everyone who worried, thank you. The mood meter was in the foul zone when I wrote yesterday’s post. On the other hand, if I’m still writing, it’s bad but not horrendous. I haven’t had a truly horrendous since I’ve been blogging. I imagine I would simply drop off the face of the earth.
Years ago on a fire call, I did a faceplant over a firehose. A witness said he knew I wasn’t badly hurt because the first thing I did was look around to check if anyone saw. Similarly, if I am together enough to care about the daily post – short though it may be – I’m gonna be okay.
All in all, 2013 needs to pull its socks up.