Breaking the Habit

Old habits are hard to break aren’t they.
Whether it’s because we’re eating the wrong food or hanging out with the wrong crowd, getting out of the habit is difficult.
Or is it?
Not so long ago, I was (foolishly perhaps) announcing that I was down to losing my last 10 pounds to reach my target. It wasn’t going to happen for Christmas, so the realistic part of me said I’d aim for my birthday instead, confident that it would happen.
Then February arrived.

stone weightAnd I now have 14 pounds to lose in 2 months if I am going to achieve my goal.
I could make the excuse that toning up my muscles using the crutches accounts for the extra pounds as muscle weighs more than fat. Maybe.
But I know the truth. And one thing I learned about dieting is,
it’s no good lying to yourself.

I got out of the habit.
And getting back INTO it is difficult.
I’m talking about walking.

We used to take the dog for a walk 3 times a day, every day.
One long one, 2 short ones.
Hubby was very good and would take her out, BUT with the boomerang bug as well, he didn’t feel up to it really, so she’d only get one, maybe two. Definitely not three.

Being permanently snotty, bunged up, sneezing, coughing, and headachy took its toll on both of us.
Interrupted nights, frustration, being in pain and feeling down in the dumps didn’t help, neither did the consoling bars of chocolate, sticky buns and pastries.
All that is about to change.

no crutchesI have been off the crutches for a week, and took things slowly.
We are now back to walking the dog for at least an hour in the mornings.
We will get back into our routine.
This afternoon, she will get a second walk with the pair of us.
This evening, she will get her third.

thanks dogAnd maybe in two months I will be posting another entry saying I DID IT (but don’t quote me on that) .

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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