Thursday, April 23, 2015

While I'm on the Subject...

Not really, but kind of.

In my last post - written all of hours ago* - I mentioned therapy dog visits with Max.

Right now our visits every month go like this -
  • 2nd Saturday - Holladay Library to read w/ kids
  • 2nd & 4th Saturday - VA hospital to visit in the hallway w/ veterans
  • 3rd Tuesday - SLC Airport to hang out w/ people passing through
I just today contacted the director asking her about maybe including a regular hospital once a month so that we could start experiencing one-on-one visits. In all the visits we've done, we've only done group visiting. I think it would be nice to give Max a chance to hang out with one (or two or three depending on possible visitors) people at a time. I think it'd be a nice change of pace.

I've really been loving the therapy dog work. It's been really enjoyable, and Max absolutely loves it.

As shown here - or not, the video is having issues (I ask him, "Do you want to go to work?" and show him his work bandanna.):

I had more written up after the video but it got lost and now I really don't remember what else I had to say.

So we'll end it here. (:

*I wrote this mere hours after posting the other one but then had video uploading problems so it stretched out the actual posting.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

What's Going On

Now I have that really annoying song in my head... "and I say hey-ey, hey-ey, hey-ey, hey-ey..."


So sorry.

Anyway, here's what's going on with me.

Against my introverted happy-to-stay-home-forever nature I've been trying to get out and do more.

Because it's fun.


This kind of started a year ago when I finally, finally got Max registered as a therapy dog. I had wanted to do it for a while... a long while... and just never did it. Why?

Because I wasn't thin and I should be thin before I do... things.


Okay... no.

I mean, in my head I know that's not true, but in the other part of my head I think - but it would be so much more fun to do -things- after I've lost x number of lbs.

Well, no more.

Not that I still don't think it would be more fun to do *things* being thin, but blast it, just because I'm not thin doesn't mean I can't do things.



So I'm saying - or trying to make myself say - yes to more things.

Take this week for example.

Monday I went on 3 walks - and enjoyed all of them - and then got in the sauna. Not that that was an earth-shattering day of achievement, but I felt good about it.

Tuesday - airport for a therapy dog visit. So fun! Seriously, I love going, and Max loves it too.

Wednesday - I'm meeting up with a friend I haven't seen for about a year for dinner.

Thursday - going to the Payson Temple open house with a friend who has media passes - which apparently means we go before it's open to the public. It's fun knowing people who have connections. (:

Friday - planning on an Anne of Green Gables marathon (I invited my brother, but I don't think he'll take me up on it) because - it's important to mourn appropriately. It'll probably be me all alone, maybe with Ben & Jerry. Maybe.

Saturday - therapy dog visit to the VA - another place I love going, and then taking baby / family pictures for some friends. Fun! And maybe I'll try to squeeze a hike in there.

So, while it's not a record-breaking week of events, it'll be a fun week doing things that I'll enjoy. And guess what? I'm pretty sure I can do it just as well at my current weight as I can x number of pounds lighter.

**note: this is not to say that I don't want to lose weight - I still want to lose weight because I just don't believe I'm healthy at my current weight. But this is to say that I'm trying to stop using my weight as an excuse to *not* do things. I'm trying to say yes more.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Today Only

I'm going to -

- get my 10,000 steps in
- only eat foods that are good for me and will nourish my body
- exercise for 45 minutes
- get to sleep at a good time - 10 o'clock at the very latest

When I look at the big picture, that is - the I-still-have-53-lbs-to-lose picture - I start to feel really overwhelmed. I start to put a schedule on it, a due date, and then I start to enjoy - in my head - how great it will feel to have shed all the excess weight I have, and how much more I'll enjoy moving, and doing things, and being social (I've been there before, so I know it's true) - and then I start to wish that I was there now. And I start thinking that man, that's going to be a lot of work, and oh my goodness I'll have to stay on track for six months or more and never mess up ever ever ever...

Which is why I'm breaking it down.

To today.

It's just one day.

And every time I find myself wanting to look forward to "how awesome will that be when...?!" I'll remind myself that it will be super-awesome today if I get my steps in, eat foods that are good for me, and exercise for 45 minutes - today.

I can handle that today.

And then... I'm going to do it all again tomorrow.