Good morning all! Glad to hear everyone back on track. It really is one day at a time and we can always have a "do-over" with our eating and exercising to get back on track!
Yesterday, walked 8-long blocks around my neighborhood with my tunes blasting in my ears. It was significant because I had stopped walking in my 'hood since it so painfully reminded me of the loss of my dogs this past year.
Even though they were little things, we would walk for up to 45-minutes each morning 6-7 days a week. It was their routine and even when I did not want to, they would go to the back door at 5:30 AM each morning and stare at the cupboard where the leashes & collars were kept and would start jumping like pogo sticks, in excitement. How could I say no?
Baby, my Bishon Frise, that I dearly loved, died April 19th and Jani, my cock-a-poo, on August 6th. I did not want to walk the routes, which were everywhere, for blocks at a time, that we used to walk. I believe walking kept them healthy and prevented obesity that little dogs also frequently suffer from.
After they died, I did walk sporadically at my job but not consistently. Hence, a 10-pound gain in about 7- months. I also ate more cereal and oatmeal instead of protein.
Now, I am walking at least 6-days a week and I guess that I reclaimed my neighborhood. I believe that the worst of the grief has passed and I did smile remembering each tree and bush that the cock-a-poo liked to "visit"- she kind of thought she was a boi, not a girl!
I lost another pound this past week and am spending time again cooking from scratch. For breakfast today, already prepped ingredients: torn, fresh spinach and tomatoes to put in egg whites for omlette.
I know this is long but wanted to share this because all of us have painful things happen in our life that can derail us but nothing is permanent. We can just start over on our path again and go forward.
