I realized it’s been a year since I posted. But, now is as good a time as any to come back and chat again. To be honest, I need the reinforcement. The past year was horrid. Food poisoning, flu, and playing home health aid to two dogs threw me off my game. Up 7 pounds, and that is after two weeks of working off 4. Yes, I hit 124 lbs. And I couldn’t be more embarrassed and frustrated with myself. It got so bad I was horrified to go for my annual physical and mammogram because I couldn’t face my doctor.
That was my bottom, along with the real possibility that I was going to have to buy new clothes a size up that fit. Add to the fact that we got an Australian Shepherd that could run with me on trails, be with me on my paddle board, and hike the mountains, and it was clear that I needed to get back on the horse before she hit a year and could be my running and hiking partner.
So, I picked up Myfitnesspal again, reset my goals, back-tracked through my past meals, and filled my fridge with veggies. I’m diligently tracking what I eat and in the past 2 weeks only had one day that I went off the rails. I found some new prebiotic fruit and vegetable pouches that are so yummy. WholeFoods now delivers to my house – finally! And I found some new recipes to mix things up.
Yes, I even went back and read my blog posts for inspiration. It was strange to lurk on myself, but the lists helps me realize that what I failed to do was stay accountable. Get on the scale regardless of the number. Track my activity level. Track what I eat. Diary to all of you. Read the daily Myfitnesspal blogs for inspiration on health, diet, and exercise.
It will be slow, but I’m crossing my fingers I’m back to 110 by end of October and in shape for the ski season and training up my pup for runs. February we go to Florida to visit my inlaws, so I need my bikini body too. I have two pairs of leather pants that also need to come out, and right now, they zip but don’t button. While vanity might be a horrible motivation to some, at 50 (yes, I also turned the big five-o in July), I liked when I looked like I was in my high 30’s only a few months ago rather than the softy I am now.
Wish me luck!
Now, about my furry girls…
Meet our new family member, Izzy. She is my darling fur kid. I am smitten and she is smitten with me. I never knew a dog could be so attached. I guess that’s why they call Aussies velcro dogs. She follows me everywhere, greats me with hugs, and generally wants to lay on me with all 50 pounds. Here is her beauty shot and her crazy belly pic.
We got her in January and immediately knew something was wrong. Leaking constantly and making no progress on house breaking, a test showed a UTI. 2 months later without a change and an ultrasound found she had an ectopic ureter. That is when the tube from the kidney bypasses the bladder. Then we found she had a completely abnormal reproductive system. $5000 after tests, surgery, and meds, along with living for months with pee pads and urine-buster mop, we hit 7 months old with a near perfect result. She is a normal dog, housebroken, a little delayed in obedience (but a quick learner) and on incontinence meds for life.
Next, the sad news. Our husky Sophie had thyroid cancer. We’d finally got the diagnosis after watching her significantly drop weight and seeing her calcium levels spike. She was in pain from her arthritis, had a pinched nerve, and was already living on carprofen and nerve pain killers. At almost 15, surgery seemed cruel and possibly dangerous, so we tried an infusion and keeping her comfortable. After 6 months, she would only pee on a pad a few feet from her bed and then finally couldn’t get up anymore. We had to put her to sleep the beginning of July. As Izzy is my last fur baby, Sophie was my first. My first running partner. My first snuggler. My first lovable lunatic. RIP girl.