52
So, as of yesterday, I've lost 52 pounds. It's so weird when you think about it. I took Cleo to the vet today and they weighed her as usual. She weighs 41.5 pounds. So I've lost the equivalent of Cleo plus, what? about 20 - 30 hamsters? So if I were to put Cleo and 20 - 30 hamsters in one place, that's the amount of weight I've lost. Needless to say, the hamsters would get eaten so this experiement won't acutally come to pass, but it would be interesting.
During my "slow jog with an old dog" on Tuesday, we jogged up the hill at Seward Park as well as around the loop (which is the usual slow jog). That night, the back of my right calf was so sore and tight. I stretched it, etc. and sort of forgot about it until yesterday morning when I was getting dressed to go out for yesterday's slow jog and all of a sudden... "pop" this really creepy sound and it felt like the back of my calf had been hit with a rock. I've pulled the muscle and am now icing and elevating and hobbling about. Cleo is pissed because it means no Slow Jog With An Old Dog for a week or so. I'm just relieved that it is not worse. I always manage to remember that when I sprain an ankle or tweak a knee... it could be worse. It could always be worse, right? My short term goal is to get the calf back to normal in time for roller skating on the 19th. I'm pretty sure that will happen.
I'm happy to report that after a brief time of feeling like "oh my, the sky is falling, the economy sucks, business is bad, I miss my daughter, waaaaah!", I am back to feeling grateful for what I do have... the small amount of business that will hopefully grow, my friends, my family, my wonderful daughter even though she is far away, my health, the fact that soon we'll have a new President and possibly some hope for a brighter future.
During my "slow jog with an old dog" on Tuesday, we jogged up the hill at Seward Park as well as around the loop (which is the usual slow jog). That night, the back of my right calf was so sore and tight. I stretched it, etc. and sort of forgot about it until yesterday morning when I was getting dressed to go out for yesterday's slow jog and all of a sudden... "pop" this really creepy sound and it felt like the back of my calf had been hit with a rock. I've pulled the muscle and am now icing and elevating and hobbling about. Cleo is pissed because it means no Slow Jog With An Old Dog for a week or so. I'm just relieved that it is not worse. I always manage to remember that when I sprain an ankle or tweak a knee... it could be worse. It could always be worse, right? My short term goal is to get the calf back to normal in time for roller skating on the 19th. I'm pretty sure that will happen.
I'm happy to report that after a brief time of feeling like "oh my, the sky is falling, the economy sucks, business is bad, I miss my daughter, waaaaah!", I am back to feeling grateful for what I do have... the small amount of business that will hopefully grow, my friends, my family, my wonderful daughter even though she is far away, my health, the fact that soon we'll have a new President and possibly some hope for a brighter future.