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Small wins, small celebrations

YESS!!

Awesome! Duesome! Cuesome! Pawsome!

After a week of research and 2 days of implementation struggle, I just got the first step to work.

I may have celebrated too loudly in my chair, arms up in the air (like I just scored a goal). The boy got up from his sunny lounge to come check on me :)

Time to reward him with a walk. Continue reading Small wins, small celebrations

Afraid of…

I want to go for a run. I’m dressed up and warmed up for the run.

I’ve been dilly-dallying and delaying the run; for almost two hours now.

I’m afraid of the run for some reason. Maybe it’s the bright sun. It gives the appearance of it being hot. I gate running in hot weather.

Maybe it’s the chilly breeze. The temperature is in low teens. I haven’t run in low teens since spring (and yesterday).

Maybe it’s the distance. Even though it’s just marginally more than yesterday.

Maybe it’s not having a backup. I can’t call R to pick me up. Even though I haven’t done that in years. Nor am I taking my phone.

Maybe it’s the fear of dehydration. Even though I’ve drunk almost two litres of water so far today.

Maybe it’s the stiff back. Even though it never hurts while running, specially once the body warms up.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe I should just go for the run.

Sugar

Today, I ate

  • a 150g bar of Dairy Milk,
  • half a McFlurry with cookie crumble,
  • three chocolate chip brioche swirls, and
  • two Cornetto cones.

These may constitute ¾th of my total calories today. All sugar. All crap. All I crave, and then hate 1.

No más azúcar. ¡Por favor!

  1. Except Dairy milk. I never hate dairy milk. I should eat less of it, but can’t hate it. ↩