I just got done making a c.d. for myself. I recently downloaded some new music, in an effort to get rid of a bad mood. Music is everything. I don't know why I sometimes don't have it in my life. But it's been back. I've always got Pandora going while I'm cleaning, etc. I even made a friend a couple of c.d.'s for her birthday. I haven't done anything like that in a while. I'm going to head out for my walk soon, and I'm not even going to check Stern first...I'm just going to throw that c.d. in. I think of it as growth!
Other than Ryne still having his tummy issues, life has been pretty good lately. After taking Jesse for her walk on Friday, I stopped into this local brew pub that allows dogs. It was fun to try new beer, and have actual conversation with people during the day. After I got a good buzz on, H.P. and I decided to have a phone date. Holy Cow...I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. We drank all the while on the phone. When we hung up, I noticed the phone showed 2 hours and 40 mins. WTF? I had no idea. Surely that was the longest phone call of my life, but it didn't seem like more than a half an hour. Good times in deed.
I'm still getting my walking in and paying attention to my diet (when I'm not drinking beer...). My knee is a little sore the past couple of days, so I won't do any running on it again today. I've been doing small amounts of running while on our normal walk. But I think my knee is mostly sore from dumb lady that didn't handle her dog, and her dog went after mine, and I was knocked to the ground in the process. I don't know if it was her dog that dropped me, or if it was Jesse when she went to hide behind me. Look, at this weight...it's not a delicate drop to the ground. Oh, I was fucking pissed. Yes, and I also peed myself a little bit as I was taken by such surprise. I got up out of the mud, with a scraped hand, and I just start walking away, and I hear this nonchalant, "Sorry about that." I really wanted to drop her, and while looking down on her in the mud, say, sorry about that. But....that's not who I am in real life, just in my head.
A friend was texting me today about some health concerns with her weight. She said she hated journaling her food, so for a week, she took pictures of everything she ate. I thought that was genius. Anyway, she looked back after a week, and she realized she hadn't eaten one vegetable or fruit during that time. I can so relate. If I'm off track, that's how I am. I can just say that these past 9 weeks I've made myself think about every single thing I put in my mouth. It doesn't mean I've been perfect. I've just had to think about it. I make an effort to make sure half or more of plate is comprised of veggies. I'm like a little kid. I don't always want to do it. I don't love salad, but I make myself do it. Then when I actually eat, it's just second nature. I'm not fighting eating it. It's the one thing I make sure I finish. Also, I don't love apples, but I've been eating one every day the past month or so. I make myself excited for them by dipping every other slice into a lite caramel sauce. I don't use a lot, but it makes all the difference. Anyway, my friend and I were talking about that today, and I thought I'd bring it up if you, too have issues making yourself eat healthy food.
Well, I've been fairly lazy today. I should get out and get that walk in. I've also go to run by the store. I'm making fish tacos for the first time tonight. I'm not the greatest cook, so I've got my fingers crossed they turn out.
I hope this day has found you happy in your own skin and doing your best to own the day.