Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Yeah, I got a puppy. Seeing her and getting her made me realize I'm not quite ready for a new dog, but my husband sure is. He had, like, hearts coming out of his eyes like a cartoon character when he saw her. Ah-OOO-ga!
Oh, and she's sweet. She's pretty and silly and smart. We named her Daisy. She's just not mine, yet, but she will be. Probably won't take too long. She's quite lovable. =)
My husband didn't care too much for Sammy when we first got him. It took him three months or so to really become friends with him. At one point, he wanted to give him back. And really, husband never had a choice with Sammy. I saw him, I was in love, and that was it. He was going to be ours, and there was no discussion. I try not to do that too often, because it isn't nice, but this was SAMMY we were talking about. So I get it that it might not happen instantly, and that's okay.
I think Sammy approves. I don't know how much any of you are into this woo woo stuff, but the pictures I saw only really showed her face, but when I got there, her coloring was just like Sammy's. Which, okay, a fawn and white dog isn't THAT special, but she has this big fawn spot on her back, and right in the middle of that spot, is a white spot. Sammy had the EXACT same marking on him, as well. I'd like to think it's a message...
So I know what you all are thinking, get to it, Brenda, we want a photo. Here she is:
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Tracking my calories today would be a lesson in futility, starting with even the most basic thing one takes for granted when tracking calories: I can't even tell where yesterday ended and today began! Overnight flights, man. I'm in Brasilia, the capital of Brazil, on business right now.
Plus, I did poorly with even the most basic tenets...nibbles here and there abounded. And lunch was a buffet, and though I only ate one plate, it was a big plate with a lot of things I couldn't identify, though they were delicious. And probably not bad for me, really. Lots of fresh fruits and vegetables...but I can't remember any of it well enough to track, that's for sure.
I am going to bed now, and tomorrow IS a new day, for sure. I can be better! I will be better!
Saturday, August 24, 2013
I went to get a massage today, because I got an email special. I'd never used this guy before, and he was really, really good. His background was in physical therapy, so he really knew his stuff. Unfortunately, he was quite a talker, which I don't like. You are rubbing my calloused, rough, disgusting feet, my hairy legs, and navigating gobs of fat to get to the parts you're supposed to fix. I do not want to hear about your plans for the evening. Let's save the humanizing for after I'm dressed. But he was so good, I'd overlook the chattiness.
I did like the talking he did about what was going on, though. At one point, he was rubbing my upper arm, and he said, "Is this tender?"
"Have you been moving, carrying something?"
"Oh, because you have a tear right here. A workout tear. A perfect one, actually, for rebuilding muscle."
*Cue the music in "Forrest Gump where the braces fall off his legs*
Then, later, he was rubbing my thighs, and he said, "Is this tender?"
"Side to side lunges?"
"Well, I haven't been doing THOSE."
"Oh, who does?"
He said I should start stretching them, though. Also said I should come back soon, because my back is a nightmare. He said the two sides feel like two totally different people, and that the knots in it are reversible, but not in an hour. Ah, well. At least I have a workout tear.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
I went over my calories today. It was the first time. I had 10 days of being in-range. I didn't mean to go over, and I only barely went over...and what tipped me over was a pluot I'd forgotten I'd eaten at lunch! That's what happens when you eat fruit...! =)
Well, I was hungry, anyway, when I remembered my pluot, and I was already over. So I went a wee bit nuts. Now I don't feel good. But it's okay. Now I want 11 days minimum in-range from now on.
I found a dog I want to donate money to help in memory of my Little Dog. He reminds me a little of my Sammy. He can see and hear, I guess, but he's a senior, and he's got a lot of medications, and he's expensive, and he's at a kill shelter. I kind of wish I could take him myself, but my husband wouldn't have it, especially since the lady said that the meds are $80 a month. So I'll write him a check and tell him about my baby. Here he is:
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Today wasn't easy.
I wound up not picking up Sammy's ashes. I couldn't. I really couldn't. I feel very bad about it but I made my husband go by himself. I could be there with Sammy at the end, because he needed me, but this was just too hard.
And all I want to do is eat.
I haven't gone over my calorie range since I re-started everything. I've been doing really great with that. But today, I SO wanted to. I did break a rule by eating a candy bar this evening, but I also just wanted to stuff myself with mac and cheese and fried chicken and cheeseburgers and chippies.
And maybe I should have. Some good, old-fashioned emotional eating might have made me feel better for a few minutes.
But I didn't. What good would killing my streak do? Would I feel that much better afterward? Likely not. So I didn't. But I am going to come close. I'm measuring out some treats and eating them before I go to bed. It's not a pigout, but I reckon it's still emotional eating. That's good enough.
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