A Fresh Start

I overhauled the blog.  Sort of.  I deleted all the old stuff, except for two posts I couldn't bring myself to part with.


Going forward................


I had my first Prevent T2 (diabetes) meeting on Tuesday.  I have a plan, and I need to stick to it.  We will have weekly weigh ins for 16 weeks, then bi-weekly...then monthly through next Spring.  One on one nutrition coaching come with it, and it's a small class of 15 people.  All provided for free, through my work place. It's good timing, as I am trying to up my activity levels and get a handle on eating better.  I turned 51 yesterday - it's only going to get harder. My goal for the 16 weeks is to lose 6% of my weight, and that comes to 14 pounds. 


On the docket for tonight:

• Grocery list making
• meal planning
• dish washing
• vacuum running
• laundry doing
• steaming and hanging
• dog walking
• grocery shopping

I'm ambitious. The husband will be putting his bicycle back together, since he got the parts he was waiting on.  Once I have my grocery list and haul complete, I will post it along with my meal plan.  I have to start tracking tomorrow morning (actually, our leader said not to worry about it this week, but I need to get on it), so I am hoping to use this as a way to post about my meals, review recipes, and keep track of resources.


I know, I know.  But like Rocky and Bullwinkle always say, this time, for sure.

Tragic

Sorry I have been MIA for awhile. I got plantar fascitis in my foot, and had to stop running. I got back on the bandwagon earlier this week, and then everything has gone to shit in the last two days.

On Sunday, my dog, Titus, had a little episode. My husband thought he had hurt his back, which he's had trouble with off and on for awhile. I thought he had had a stroke. Looks like I may have been correct. We kenneled him overnight, but it was badbadbad when we woke up early yesterday morning. He couldn't stand, or even lift his head, really. So, we whisked him off to the vet. One x-ray of his back later, we got the news. It was not his back. The doctor thought brain or nervous system. He was getting worse with each passing minute, and he was in alot of pain. Our only decision was to put him to sleep. My sweet dog, who was my constant shadow and always with me, is gone. I am lost. I have cried and cried over him. My heart hurts. I miss him terribly. It's going to be a rough go for awhile. He was my little bestie for the last 9 years, and it's killing me. I don't want another dog....I want him.

Right now, my life feels pretty bleak. So much for happy holidays. I want to end this year and get on with the next. I'm ready for new. I'm ready for better. I'm ready to be done with sad, and stifling, and struggling to get through. I just wish I had my poodle to share it with.

The end, my friend

Pippin did not make it.  He was put down yesterday, because he began to seriously fail.  It was not pretty and I couldn't take it anymore.  He obviously was in pain and was having a very difficult time.  It seemed like the best thing for him.  For me, it's been hard.  I feel like I have failed him in some way.  I miss him, and I've cried so much that I've had a perpetual headache.

Poor little man.  I hope that he's in a better place. And here's to Pip. Thiever of green olives, lover of fried chicken (tho he never really got any), kneader, talker, dog lover and throw rug.  You were a great (though not very bright) cat and we loved having you here while we were allowed to keep you. You are more than missed.