The hubby and I have, for the most part, stuck to not eating fast food and not drinking soda. But reality happens and bites you in the ass and things can spiral a bit.
A few weeks ago was the hubby’s birthday. He likes to take his birthday off from work. I got the crazy notion that we would get away for a couple of days. I started planning. Rooms, dates, dates, rooms, prices, location, inviting our daughter and her boyfriend…
I am not entirely sure when and how it happened, but it ended up turning into a full-fledged camping trip. Tents, sleeping bags, and campfire cooking. Originally, we were going to visit Payson, AZ. But we have been there a couple of times, and I do like to go places we have never been. We ended up camping near the south rim of Grand Canyon National Park. 4 people, 2 tents, 3 dogs, and 2 very cold nights. We have become very accustomed to the valley of the sun, and so we were quite miserable at night.
After returning home, one of our dogs, the oldest and smallest had started to show signs of not being his normal self. He had hip problems and was older, so we waited it out, thinking he would get better or he wouldn’t, because he was, after all, an older dog.
Two weeks after our camping trip, our little boy Sam passed away. It has been a week now. Things still are not normal around the house. The other dogs seem to be mourning the loss as well.
This last week has had us making not such good choices about food. I was so close to my next goal of 300 pounds that I am terrified to step on a scale right now.
Maybe, now that our pup is at rest, we will adapt to our loss and find our way again.
Sometimes we falter because of the shit throws our way. Part of the process is learning that it will happen and that we need to allow ourselves the time to grow and adapt.