Hard to believe dear imaginary readers, its been a week – over a week- without our big dog. I still look for him every day, when cutting peppers he would always come for a snack; eating my breakfast, share your toast please mom…..The tears are less, the weight and pressure on my chest a bit lighter but still there.
I admit I lost most of the last week to grief – actually did ab so lutley nothing on Saturday, I mean honest to goodness nothing. Don’t remember if I have ever done that without being very sick. I kicked myself in the pants on Sunday and made myself move. Little Oli no longer looks for his big buddy and has gotten used to (I think) taking walks with just the two of us. Some days though he still has that SPCA dog look on this whole body all day long.
My husband and I are off on a trip for a week and have a great lady coming to live with Oli. It’s very nice to have someone come to your house to man the pup, but I am still concerned how he will do without us here.
I did manage to work out a bit yesterday and today, even though I am sad this “fluff” still has to go. Proud of myself that I did not fall into the whole bad comfort food thing this past week. Perhaps a wee bit of gin and a little wine but not whole bottles. Positive right!?! I have been thinking of how I can work out on a small island with a group of people and not look life a goof. Guess getting over that feeling is part of the process, just gotta do what I gotta do and to heck with what anyone else thinks right?
Here is to the little steps – mental and physical that get us to where we want to go.