Today was exhausting. Long story short, on Sunday my sister’s dog got off of her leash, was hit by a car that obviously startled her to the point of bolting into the nearby woods. She’s been gone ever since.
One hour, no dog. Five hours, no dog. Next day, no dog. Three animal shelters, no dog. Aside from the physcial aspects in searching for her, the sadness has actually drained even more energy from us. Normally my posts aren’t so downy but this is what is happening in my life and I promise healthy food and fitness are still incorporated.
Today I woke up a littler earlier than usual and headed back to the woods she was last seen. Aside from 3 stray cats I almost snatched up, no Roxy.
Over my lunch break, I headed back to the local animal shelter and adoption center but sadly, she was nowhere to be found. Instead, I had to brace for the devasting looks of despair and hopelessness from all the other homeless animals. How do pets have such a profound affect on us?! Finally, Husband face called and both him and my dad spotted her running out of the woods we lost her in. Either out of fear or confusion, Roxy darted back into the foliage and after 6 hours of searching no dice. You’re probably thinking “how is that possible after that many hours?” or “if I were there I would find her in a second.” Couple things.
- Roxy is very skiddish to begin with
- Roxy was hit by a car and may be delirious
- Roxy has not eaten in 2 days (that we know of)
- These woods are fucking thick.
The area she is hiding out in is right near a road, a golf course, a school and neighborhoods. With her personality and these surroundings, she’s literally being forced to seek shelter and safety in what we believe would be the center of the trees. Problem? Humans can’t walk through because it’s so thick. Even when we muster through the brush, the area is approximately 1/4 mile wide by 1/2 mile in length. Thankfully we’re looking for a dog and not a cat.
Despite feeling relieved that she is still in good health, from what we could tell when she flashed by, it’s still frustrating to know that after our efforts she’s still not home. The search will continue tomorrow and hopefully we will have better luck.
After scouring myself in a hot shower (this bitch don’t need no ticks), I felt guilty that I let myself skip the gym. I worked out hard last weekend and was starting week 6 of my plan today. The more I thought about it and the more I pinched at my jiggly puff, the more I realized how ridiculous that is.
Aside from aforementioned events, I have been working extremely hard to stick to my workouts and eating plan. I tend to give up or not complete things…quite a bit actually. Not major things (i.e. I did get my Bachelor’s and run a halfer) but over time I stop doing this “cool, new, rad thing,” and move on to the next. Today was the day I toyed with the idea that maybe I’ll just go back to my regular gym routine.
I got some great feedback from others doing the same workout who reminded me to stick with it and the results will come. I mean really, Sarah. You’re only half-way through and your expecting full results? Don’t I scream at clients who are 6 months into their 12-month program wanting it to be over?
I also reassured myself by remembering that my meals were perfectly clean and sufficient. Sometimes where you lack in one area of your day, you’re able to make up in another.
Lastly, I make it to the gym between 4-6 days a week depending on my plans. I bust my ass all other days so when an event like today goes down, and my precious neice needs me, I won’t explode. Another thing that always makes me feel better is when I’m still sore from the last workout. Not to mention, I walked and Hunger Gamed my ass through creepy woods for about 2 hours. Although the odds were not in my favor, I feel some calories were singed.
Dinner is the scariest meal of my day. It’s the meal that is planned but I share with a man. All other meals in my day are mine alone. I control them, I eat them, I enjoy them. Dinner is the part of my day when I have to appease other tastebuds than my own and can easily do a little cheaty wheaty. Most days I succeed in making the same dish in different ways (no carbs for me, carbs out the yin yang for H-face). Today was one of those successes. I found this killer recipe on MyRecipes.com. It’s extremely easy to make and packs some italian flavor without that lardy alfredo shit. I served Husband-faces over cheese tortellini with a side salad and put some shrimp in a bowl next to a side salad for me. 2 mouths = satisfied. I may have stolen that tagline from Jenna Jameson’s site.
In conclusion, I had a healthy food day, I squeezed in a 2-hour walk, I’m seeing small results on my bod and I WILL FINISH THIS FUCKING THING!