My Journey With Weight Loss – I Need To Get Back In The Game

Ok, I have no idea what is going on with the weather here in BC but it is crazy. Sunday we were hosting a neighbourhood BBQ to celebrate my husband’s retirement (and give him a chance to get to know the neighbours) and all of a sudden I could see my breath. The next thing you know it is snowing, then hailing then torrential rain. Seriously? They are forecasting the same type of weather today just as I am heading up to my trailer. Oh well, at least the propane tanks are full and I’ll be taking some good movies with me.

Sunday I thought I would do a 5k to get ahead of workouts this week but it turned into more of a fast walk instead because I just couldn’t get my head into running. Yesterday was even worse, I started my run and then the treadmill died. Eventually we figured out the issue was the extension cord but by that time I had completely lost my mojo and decided to hell with this, I just am not in the game.

Now there is a reason for all of this. You see I had this cat (Princess Daisy May MacTavish) that I inherited when my mom died. It was not necessarily the friendliest cat and she decided who she would tolerate (for example she despised my husband) but she liked me and my sister. She also liked my Corgi and allowed the dog to wash her face several times a day. Daisy also loved going for a car ride because that meant she was going to her trailer at the lake, a place where her personality would change and she would become the most loving cat. She had spent the past 11 Easter weekends at the trailer and this year we were looking forward to celebrating her 12th birthday there this Saturday.

A few weeks ago we got the devasting news that Daisy had terminal cancer. The family agreed that we would just spoil her for as long as she was with us including buying her kitty ‘junk’ food for her birthday. My sister and I just wanted that one last trip to the trailer with her but sadly over the weekend Daisy became drastically worse. By Saturday we knew she was failing, by Sunday we were discussing the plan for her journey to end, yesterday we knew that the time had come. And so late yesterday afternoon my sister and I watched as the vet helped Daisy cross the Rainbow Bridge hoping that she would be reunited with our mom.

This morning I got on the treadmill to do a 5k. At first I thought I needed to take a little time off and get my head together. But then 1k turned in to 2k and instead of thinking about whether we had made the right decision or not for Daisy (and I believe we absolutely did), I started writing this blog in my head. By time I was finished that run I felt so much better as the stress of the last few days had gone. Instead it was replaced by me starting to plan the runs I will be doing while at the trailer (this has to be strategic as the mornings are going to be freezing but then I don’t really have to worry about a schedule while I am there). I finished that run felling good both mentally and physically and know that I will get back in the game.

Yes, stress can have a negative impact on your training but just pushing forward can get you back to where you need to be. I know I have said this before but it is all just one step at a time.

Oh, and Saturday my sister and I will still do a little celebration for Daisy.