Lots going on.
Took my adorable, 4 year old Golden Retriever to the vet Saturday for a vaccine, to get some more flea/tick green stuff, and while we're at it, I figured he'd get a check up. He has been drinking more water than usual, panting in the middle of the night, and just recently limping a little bit. He also has a cut over his eye that he keeps scratching that's not healing very well. So after a few minutes on the internet, I've decided that he either has hypothyroidism or something called Cushing's disease. I decide to get his bloowork done, they treat his eye, test his poop & pee, check for Lyme's disease, etc. $340 later, I get the phone call that his bloodwork is totally normal and he's probably pulled a muscle in his leg and just extra thirsty from all this heat and I should really have him wear one of those humiliating Elizabethan collars to keep him from scratching the cut on his eye so it can heal. Why must these little, incidental ailments hit all at once and cause me to jump to a serious diagnosis? I don't like that one bit! He looks totally pathetic with that stupid collar on. Grateful that he is fine, but I'd really like my $300 bucks back, please!
Since this blog is really supposed to be about how I'm going to get back into shape, I should probably let you know how that's going. Oh right, NOWHERE! After completing 11 weeks of P90X last summer, looking fabulous and swimming in my size 6's, I quit smoking (very awesome) and stopped working out (not so awesome). I spent the last half of 2009 and the first half of 2010 yo-yo-ing, doing a little bit of exercise here and there, but nothing consistent. I have recently fallen in love with 600lb Gorilla-branded ice cream cookie sandwiches (360 calories a pop) and rediscovered the Rita's Cherry Gelati. I have no clue how many calories in one of those, nor would I like to know. Now that I'm tipping the scales, still not smoking and squeezing into my 8's and 10's, I decided to get back on the P90X wagon starting tomorrow. This way, even if I can't stop the indulgent sweets as a substitute for the cigarettes, at least I'll burn some calories. I have a friend at work that's been doing P90X for about a month now and she's looking fabulous and feeling great and I'm so jealous! I am going to do my best to workout in the mornings and stop feeling like a slug. I am also going to update this blog more frequently in an attempt to keep me motivated.
PS Update as I'm writing this: I also vow to never let my son go on the treadmill by himself anymore (he decided to run at 10mph and bit it just now while I was up here on the computer - I just went down to scold him for putting it up too high only to find him on the ground with some serious "burns" on his knees and tears in his eyes.) Instead of my knee-jerk reaction of "told you so", I set him up in front of the TV with frozen veggies on each knee. I'm thinking I'm disqualified from the Mother of the Year award. Oh well, I was never even nominated!
So here's to healthy dogs, consistent workouts and no treadmill wipeouts. Carry on!