I remember the first of this month. We were on vacation, Marc and I and our boys took a long hike. Life was grand!
Then we got home. I faced the scale and have been stuck at a horrible number all month long. Archer got sick. Physical therapy is going pretty well, but I lost desire to run. I've been feeling BLAH and have just wanted this month to END.
I wasn't aware that Mr. October is a sensitive fellow and he couldn't bear leaving with us on bad terms. So he decided to step up his game.
First he had a talk with the scale and worked out a compromise. I was 126.3 this morning. Certainly not where I want to be, but headed in the right direction.
Over the last day or so Archer's ear has seemed better. Instead of a thick river of yellowish green goo gushing out, it has been a bloody pink trickle. The vet visit this morning confirmed that he is healing well. I was hoping he would be completely better by now, but like the scale we're headed in the right direction.
And then today I went for a run. There was no arguing with myself or insisting that I HAD TO run because I'm so fat. It was simply a "I think I'll run a few miles.". And so I ran 3 - and then I felt like continuing so I ran 3 more. And I felt great even though it was cold and cloudy.
So I'm pretty happy to be ushering October out on a high note! And I hope Mr. October lets Miss November know that I deserve to be treated right!!!
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