Friday, August 30, 2013
A week ago today I lost my dearest rat friend, Dean. He had been doing great so it was a huge surprise to find him dead on a nest heíd built earlier that morning. That morning heíd eaten his breakfast and even was playing with me before I left for work.
Mark and I had gone out to a restaurant and Iíd come home later than normal. Usually Dean is there to greet me when I get home. Since he wasnít out I figured he probably got tired of waiting for me and had gone to sleep. What a horrible surprise to find heíd died. Iíve emailed his veterinarian whoíd seen him only two weeks prior and she believes it was probably heart failure.
Iím learning to listen to my own needs. I want to try Joel Fuhrmanís Eat to Live program. Itís been increasingly difficult for me to commit to any one program or way of eating but I know I need to. I need to put myself first. Every time I start to try the Eat to Live program I chicken out. (Funny using the word chicken, since Iím vegan and the program is very vegan friendly.)
Sometimes I feel like Iím getting ready to skip rope: Two people are turning the long rope and Iím working on getting into the groove so I can jump in without disturbing the rope and then Iíll be able to start jumping in rhythm with the turns.
For example, Iíve had trouble with drinking wine and beer again. I want to stop again. Iím waiting to run out of my current supply again and then I can jump into the jump-rope and begin.