In case you didn’t know it, I’ve been in quite a funk for a wee bit of time. Noah seems to get the lion’s share of the blame for my problems, but I actually don’t think he is the main problem. Work has been EXTREMELY frustrating and stressful for me for quite a while, I haven’t been sleeping as well (this is a big factor for me,) there are a few other things that I don’t talk about on the blog, and I think stopping my ‘accountability’ with Vicky might also be adding to the mix. I stopped journaling my food, and basically, as I have said to almost everybody, ‘I’M TIRED AND CRABBY.’ Fun, huh? Noah’s barking has been part of the problem, and the amount of time I need to spend with him also factors in.
Well, today was a red letter day! I decided to track my food this morning, just as a matter of discipline and ‘training.’ I actually wasn’t making poor food choices, just eating too much, and eating when I wasn’t hungry, which is extremely frustrating to me.
AND, (insert trumpet blast) Noah now has a personal trainer! And I bet most of you guys guessed this already. I am the problem. Oh, you know I loved hearing that. I evidently am not a good pack leader. So Noah is confused and is trying to be the pack leader for me. Anyway, I really really like this trainer, and can you believe it, she lives about 10 minutes from me! I have known about her for years, but for some reason, I thought she was located 45 minutes from me. We had one private session today, and then she is going to keep Noah and work with him while I am on vacation, and then we will just join in the regular open training classes. I asked her specifically if she thought he was ‘too high energy’ or ‘needed to be a working dog’ and she said no. She thinks our problems are relatively simple to resolve. Boy, I sure felt good after that. When we came home, Noah was so tired he laid down next to me and slept VOLUNTARILY for a couple of hours. THAT has never happened.
To celebrate, I went to the gym for a super workout –2 tabata intervals, and increased weights on most of the machines I do, I tried those Arnold presses that Lori showed us (oops, I just reviewed the video, and I did a VERSION of the Arnold press…), and then I got in the pool and just swam and swam. Then I went and got some frozen yogurt (planned.)
Hey, tonight I tried a new recipe, and man oh man was it delicious! Christie’s balsamic honey chicken. I followed the recipe as is, except that I use that garlic that is already crushed for you, and I used just a little less oil.
Don’t you love it when SOMEONE YOU’VE NEVER MET senses you’re feeling down, and sends you a cheery email and gives you a bloggy award? Thanks, Jillie, you made my day. Although you made these questions pretty darn hard.
- What do you do in the privacy of your own home that you would NEVER do in front of anyone? If I am doing something in private that I would NEVER do in front of anybody, what makes you think I will spill the beans here??? That said, here are a couple of things I do that I feel ‘comfortable sharing. 1. I eat stuff with my hands A LOT. 2. I use very bad language when I am mad that I do not approve of ANYONE using. It is a very bad habit that is very hard to break. I am actually afraid that I will go nutty in my old age and use bad language and people will be shocked that I talk like that…
- If you could be someone else for one day, who would it be? This is actually something that I never think about. But how about a prima ballerina? Yes, I have always wanted to be a ballerina, and to have ballerina legs. I don’t want to have a ballerina appetite or ballerina pain. But to wear the pretty clothes and have amazing legs and dance one dance perfectly. Yes, I would like that.
- What’s the bravest/scariest thing you’ve ever done? Oh, since this award is from Jill, I will tell my Oklahoma story! When I was younger and stupider and not that independent, I decided I would assert my independence and drive up to Norman, OK from where I lived in Keller, TX to go to our professional handler’s house so I could go to some dog shows with them. Off I went in my Dodge Demon with my Standard Poodle puppy in the back seat. Umm, at that time, I did not know that you were supposed to ‘maintain’ your car. I don’t ever recall getting the oil changed. So somewhere around 10pm on the dark and windy roads in Oklahoma, my car started acting up. But there was no place open to get it checked out, so I just kept driving. Until it just stopped. On the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Have I mentioned that I am scared of the dark? Well, pretty soon I saw headlights behind me. Oh, good, I thought. That is the cop car I passed a while ago. He is coming to help me. The headlights started pulling off the road behind me. And then they RAMMED INTO ME. It wasn’t a cop, it was a stone drunk woman. Our cars were attached to each other and shoved off into a ditch. Have I mentioned I am scared of the dark? THEN, pretty soon some more headlights showed up. Oh good, its the cop. No, it was two ‘farmers.’ Who offered to take me and this drunk woman to the police station. I GOT IN THE CAR, even though I had been warned all my life not to get in cars with strangers. Then, the ‘farmers’ started driving AWAY from the town. And then they turned off the main road and started saying incoherent things like, ‘do you girls like mari-juany? I’m not kidding you, I sounded like a broken record ‘please take us back to town please take us back to town please take us back to town….’ I’m telling you, it was a complete miracle that they turned around and took us to the police station. WHICH was empty. So I GOT IN A CAR with another man, who also was of questionable character, but he eventually took me (and my poodle puppy who was with me this whole time) back to my car, and somehow a highway patrol guy showed up, who was rude to me, and who KNEW the drunk woman, and who wrote the accident up as MY FAULT. I am not kidding. I went back to Texas, and just didn’t drive in Oklahoma for 10 years. NO KIDDING. Who could make this s#^t up? Oops, evidently I thought I was in the privacy of my own home…
Wow. That was a little off-topic. As always, I have so much more to say. But aren’t you glad I am tired and am going to end for now. Check in tomorrow for a post with a few assorted pictures.