Monday, April 14, 2014
This Friday, my long-time pal at OHS had to be put to sleep due to insurmountable medical issues.
Buddy Jordan was a happy boy who ate anything given to him
He had a voracious love of food, which was escalated due to his illness. It was decided early last week that his health was failing and the humane loving thing to do was to let him go. The shelter was SO kind to allow all of Buddy J's fans and family the time to say their goodbyes before he had to leave. One of the animal care techs and I joked about worrying if his tummy would pop from being so overfull!
Needless to say, I have unfortunately allowed this sad event to throw me off my game. I've self-soothed, as I so often do, with food. Nothing too horrendous, but I gained a pound last week instead of losing one, and I'm not all too concerned with getting back on track.
Or well, I wasn't. I'm taking a breath, looking my sadness in the face, accepting it for what it is, and working my way back to where I should be again - menus, planning, shopping, then actually eating what's planned. I'll get there.
In the meanwhile, Bill and I managed to have an active weekend, regardless. There's something very satisfying/frustrating about hacking grass and dirt from the ground and planting new life in remembrance of a loved one who has moved on before us.
I swerved left.. now I'm steering right. Trying...