Saturday, January 14, 2012
Please allow me to introduce to you.. Zerbert!
Since Wednesday afternoon, we've been working on adopting another dog into our family. It started with an adorable French Bulldog being listed for adoption on the Humane Society's website. He was adorable, but was snatched up quickly. That was great for him, but a bit sad for us.
Yes, we have two lhasa apso girls already, Maggie and Millie.
Bill's home all day, every day, and takes good care of the girls with walks and romps and lots of snuggly naps. We just knew Buster, the Frenchie, would be right for us. Since that didn't work out, we had to decide whether we wanted to continue considering to adopt another pup or wait for a while.
We checked the Humane Society's website once more, and there he was - Zerbert! He looked like a wooleybooger! A yeti! A blonde rastafarian!
We headed back down to the HS right at opening time, and declared our intent for Zerbert. Someone else had beaten us to him, and placed a 4-hour hold on him. They were interested in adopting him for someone in Seattle, and their hold was going to expire at 11:30. It was 10:00, so the countdown was on!
We requested a meeting with him anyway, ever-hopeful things would work out for us. We met him for the first time in one of the meeting rooms, and he was a total sweetheart. We'd seen some dogs who were shy, nervous, aggressive, and timid. Zerbert won us over within moments.
He looked much bigger than his advertised 13 lbs because of his coat. He was found on Jan. 3 in a town in California, and then transferred up to OHS on Jan. 10. He'd had a cherry-eye repair, had been neutered, and had a baby tooth removed the day before, and yet he STILL was cheerful and happy to see us.
We were hooked, and knew that Zerbert was going home that day, one way or the other. Hopefully with us! We requested to be on the hold list for him - if the first person interested in him for some reason could not take him, we were up next for the opportunity.
It's 10:30 by now, so we had an hour to wait. Rather than pace around OHS, we headed home and got the girls in their harnesses. We knew they'd have to meet Zerbert, and figured a walk would help expel a bit of their high-voltage energy! Of course, if either Maggie or Millie didn't like Zerbert, we would not bring him home, but we were hopeful.
As we were finishing our walk, the time on the first hold was expiring, so I called OHS. The person with the first hold did not return to claim Zerbert, so our 24-hour hold window would start once we applied to adopt him at the office.
You can bet that was the fastest and slowest trip to OHS we've ever made LOL
We introduced the girls to the boy one at a time to give them a chance to decide how they felt about him without the chance of ganging up on him. He was still so happy and bouncy and pleasant - very well mannered for a younger boy. Maggie was the one we weren't sure would like him, but she slowly warmed up to him. Millie couldn't be bothered to pay him much attention, but when she did, she was fine with him. Once we had all three in the room together, they chased and sniffed and considered their options, and got along very well.
If we wanted him, he was all ours!
We went through the paperwork and the process, and in the end it was all worth it. We brought Zerbert home last night, and he took right to the house. He also took right to Bill. That is Daddy's boy for sure! We're working out his name still. He'll always be Zerbert, but we go back and forth between calling him Bertie and Zerbie. We'll settle on something soon, along with Nugget, Good boy, Punkin, and Mama's baby LOL
Because he'd had his noogies clipped on Thursday, we have to wait until he's healed before we can bathe him. He was soooooooooo matted though that he was uncomfortable. His eyes had been matted and caked with eyeboogies, but OHS had shaved that off mostly when they had him sedated for his procedures. His tail was heavy with mats, not to mention all the ones on his undercarriage. He was just a mess, so we opted to go ahead and cut him down as close as we could.
This is what Bill buzzed off of our new boy:
That's about a half pound of hair!
There's still some fine-tuning to do with his coat, but for now he's much more comfy, and wearing a very manly gray camouflage vest to help keep him warm without his giant woolly coat. He seems to feel so much better now that he's a nekkid boy!
I love my pack!
Saturday, January 07, 2012
That's been my reaction lately for a couple of ah-ha moments.
Para-dear posted a blog lately about her foray into juicing, and the nifty re-use cup she got from Target. It reminded me that we'd picked up similar cups not long ago, complete with straws, and I'd yet to use mine. I put aside my usual waterbottle and filled up that cup, and y'know what? It's brilliant! It's cute, clear plastic with colorful flowers and fractal-like designs on it, and holds 16 oz. The straw, for whatever reason, really does make drinking easier and quicker. I'm way ahead today on my water intake - let's credit the straw!
SuSuSuzie also shared a great blog lately, and I think it's going to really effect me this year. She explained how she updated her goals, weight-wise, here on Spark, and lo! her calorie range expanded! Now, I've been proud of myself lately because I've been sticking to my own calorie range of 1250-1550. I know it may seem odd to say I'm proud but given the last several months and my over-indulgences, the fact that I'm in range is huge.
I went into my fitness settings to adjust a few things, such as number of cardio days (I'm taking a break from Zumba for a while), and found that to update my fitness settings, I had to answer that age-old Spark question - what's your goal weight, and when do you want to reach it?
I thought about Suzie's blog, and decided screw it! Saying I'm going to lose 2 lbs a week has NOT done me one lick of good the last year. I can set that as a goal, as the numbers on my plan here, as the thing to do, but if it doesn't happen, what's the point? I stated recently that I've decided I will be happy if I can release 2 1/2 lbs per month. That's not even 1 lb a week, but that's what I set my goal as. Spark calculated my goal weight - 165 - and releasing 1 lb a week - and spit out my plan. It estimated that I'll reach that goal sometime around the end of March, 2013.
That may sound like a very long time, but it's not. I don't care how long it takes, as long as I can find a way to release the lbs.
I now have a calorie range of 1560 - 1910.
That's what I was eating, roughly, when I was training for my Halfs. Yes, I proved I could eat at the lower end of the lower range, but now I have a bit more wiggle room. That isn't to say that I'll be eating at the high end of my range every day, of course. Brilliant!
Thank you, ladies, for sharing your experiences. There's no saying whether or not I would have had those moments without your blogs. Doesn't matter - learned I have, and I'm grateful.
Sunday, January 01, 2012
D*mn it's windy out.
Did I just.. grrrr.. hit the wrong button. Start podcast over.
For the love of Pete, it's not cloudy out. C'mon Garmin, get with it!
Ouch! Someone had too much last night (this upon seeing a car parked on the side of the road, the driver's side headlight smashed out, glass all over the road)
This feels pretty good.
I should have worn an extra sportsbra. Ugh.
Thank goodness for these gloves. Fingers are toasty.
I should have worn my other capris. These don't stay up above my gut enough to hold Eunice in (Eunice is the jiggly icky bulge of fat above my bellybutton that has grown far too much lately).
OOoo. I like this section of music, makes me feel like I can run forever!
Downhills are good.
Crap, I can't stop running up this hill until I reach the top. That guy just came out with his dog and is looking at me. If I stop then I look like an out of shape wuss.
Made it! Pant-pant-pant.
I've got to get back to my core work. Stand up straight, no collapsing.
What the...???? HAT! D*mn wind (while chasing my hat down in the opposite direction).
Pant-pant-pant. I've really done this for 13 miles before??????????
Ok, let's run the rest of the way home.
*BEEP* (Pressing the stop button on Garmin)
Take THAT b*tches!
Not every run is great, or fun. That doesn't mean it isn't worth the effort.
Friday, December 30, 2011
As I read around various blogs from different team streams, I'm coming to realize that.. while I feel as if I'm the only one in the world who had a crappy year, lb-wise, it's just not true. I've been fortunate that as a total year, I've released lbs instead of gaining them. Just because in my estimation it wasn't enough doesn't mean I wasn't successful. I would just prefer a higher level of success, and am formulating a plan to be more-so in the coming year.
I'd like to let go of between 2 and 2 1/2 lbs each month. That doesn't sound like a lot, but if I let go 2 1/2 lbs a month, in a year that will be 30 lbs. That is huge! I released my first 50 lbs relatively easily and quickly when I first started. The next 10-15 lbs have been a far harder struggle, and I just haven't been determined enough to grit my teeth and make it happen. I'll consider 2011 my year of learning, struggling, and figuring things out. 2012 can then shine brightly as the year I implement, more consistently, what I've learned, and make my health and fitness a priority because.. I want to.
I'd like to continue my running. I'd like to improve my form, and my pace, and my endurance. I'd like to not look like I'm dying at the end of any run, from a neighborhood jaunt to a Half. I'd like to improve my timing and my pace. I'd like this to be the year that I actually run a full mile without stopping/walking, because I've not done that yet.
I'd like to improve my nutrition. The Reboot was great, and I'm trying to vaguely incorporate some of those concepts and dishes into my regular nutrition. That's wonderful, but only if I actually establish a plan and STICK to it! Best intentions, etc. and so on...
I'm at a crossroads in my life, and instead of putting it off, it's time to make a decision and follow through with it. Being stalled leads to misery, and I'm done with misery. I'm taking control, as scary.. scary? That sounds so small. As terrifying as making the decision and changing the entire course of my life may be, it must be done.
All of these things sound manageable. All of these things are doable, in small steady increments. Rather than stressing over 'OMG I NEED TO LOSE MORE WEIGHT' I can take 30 days at a time and determine that I'm going to make the best of them for myself.
So now? Now I'm going to go pull on my running gear, and head outside. It's been too long since I've pounded the pavement, and it's time to get back to it. This uncomfortable intermission is over.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
It's time. Time to find and embrace the inner peace that I've somehow lost or misplaced.
Last night, I met with other SparkPortland team mates and we volunteered our time at the Oregon Food Bank. For me, it was a pivotal experience. It was great to meet my new friends, people Iíve been reading and responding to over the last year and a half. More than that, though, it reminded me of the fact that there is a whole huge world beyond the small tight bubble Iíve banished myself to live in lately. There were so many people, none of whom I knew, giving of themselves and their time, to help others. I was a part of something bigger, much bigger and much more important than my own self and situation. There was such simple joy in the doing, in the giving of ourselves to a greater cause. I laughed and enjoyed myself and soaked up the experience. It touched me, softened me, and helped me to realize what Iíve been missing.
See, I've felt scattered lately. All sharp edges and uncomfortable and rattled. You know because you've been kind enough to bear witness to my meager attempts to write it out. I closed off my page, made it private, thinking I'd be able to pour out this angst onto these pages and get it out of my system, but I couldn't. You can't write about what you're not certain of. Flailing about blindly doesn't do any of us any good. So I bided my time.... bid my time? I waited out the rattled feeling, waiting for that moment when I could draw a deep breath and let it out again, a bit more easily.
I think I'm there. Or here. Present.
One day last week some time, I Huddled with the SparkPortland team, wishing them peace and joy. Simple enough words, but I realized that -that- was what I was looking for. I need to find my peace again, I need to remember how to live in joy, rather than in misery.
Do I blame the holidays, and missing my dad terribly to the point of crying each day?
Do I blame it on having given up on myself lately?
Do I blame it on external forces wearing away at my determination?
Yes and no. Those are reasons, but not excuses. They all played into my state of mind over the last.. well, if I'm going to be completely honest, I've been in this place for the last 7 months or so. I regained my balance for a bit, and then toppled over again 3-4 months ago. I fought the good fight, put on the brave face, continued charging forward, but whenever I'd falter, it became harder and harder to get back up and continue on.
I guess I had to fall apart enough to finally reach the point where remaining in this state is untenable and I refuse to live a half life anymore.
Where once I had firm muscle under admittedly loose skin, now I'm just squishy and jiggly.
Where once I could climb the stairs and not be winded, now I'm breathing too hard.
Where once I cared what I ate, now I'm indiscriminately shoveling.
Where once I allowed someone else to define my worth and value, now I'm shaking off that under-estimation of me and counting myself as intelligent, capable, worthy, strong, resilient, and most importantly, at peace.
I have nothing to prove to anyone, but myself. I have nothing to hoist above my head and shout 'is this finally good enough??', I have no need to hang my head and quietly whimper 'why isn't this good enough??'.
Consider this my battle cry. Consider this me putting my body, attitude, emotional health, and my detractors on notice. I can be fiercely, quietly, peacefully determined, one step at a time, gaining back the ground I've lost lately, and striding forward purposefully.
How many ways do I need to say it? How many times do I need to RAWWR to convince no one else but myself that this.. this is the time. Itís time to lift my head, find the peace and joy I had before, and coax is along, steadily, gently. Itís time to stop punishing myself for something that is beyond my control. Itís time to stand up and be worthy once more, and find my way to live in peace and joy.
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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