New Week, New Challenges

Monday



Am undeniably sick. Despite taking 1/2 dose Nyquil last night, and going to bed at 8pm and sleeping through till 6:15am, I am not feeling better. Throat still sore, body still sore and tired, brain a little foggy (though that might be due to stupid Nyquil) and needing vitamins and wanting to go home and cuddle in nice clean bed. Hoping to weather it out. Even drove to work rather than take public transport, to the tune of $15 dollars to park. I do plan on working late to make some overtime to make up for the expense, because sometimes comfort is more important than money.

Also, was informed by mother this morning that our family dog is overdue to be put down. He's eating less and less, getting feebler and feebler, and less "happy", so now I am also going to have to prepare for grief. Which I'm not sure is something I'm capable of really steeling myself against, the last time I lost a beloved pet, it was a complete surprise and happened so fast, I'm still feeling the loss, even almost 3 years later. Knowing that I have to avoid emotional eating while this occurs will be hard. Awareness helps, I guess, but I'm not looking forward to it.



Breakfast: 8:30am- 1 egg, 1 egg white omelet, 1 cup spinach, 1/8 cup low fat cheese, 1/4 tomato, 1/8 cup mushrooms, 1 slice white onion, fresh basil.

Snack: 10:45 1 cup Special K Red Berries

Lunch: 1:45 protein smoothie, string cheese.

Snack: 4:00 Kelloggs protein water

Dinner: 1/2 bottle wine (shut up, my dog is dying), small cut filet mignon cooked with red wine, blackberries, garlic,

Snack: I don't know. Maybe wine is part of this snack. Maybe just milk.

EXERCISE: 50 minutes spinning class.

So I wound up going by the parents' house to go see the dying dog before his time is up. I am a bit of an emotional wreck, I generally get more torn up for the loss of pets than I do over people, don't judge, it's just who I am. This dog is more than a family pet, he's also the last living connection I have to my deceased dog, his brother, who I had for 12 years and with whom I shared my teen years and young adulthood, and who was entirely MY DOG without question or compromise. . .and losing this last tangible connection to him is as painful as losing the wonderful family pet in and of itself.
The continual visitation, though, the worry that each time I see him will be the last time I see him alive, is very hard on me, and seeing him growing older and more uncomfortable also hurts. It's just a hard situation all around, and so I'm having WINE.

EXERCISE: