OMG, this puppy.
We love her.
(We do a lot of early morning rolling around on the floor, hence the pajamas/robe in nearly every picture.)
She had another check-up at the vet yesterday to finish up her shots. She has fully recovered from all the drama going on when we brought her home AND she has gained 8 pounds in the 3 weeks she’s been with us. She also has some teeth that tell us she’s now 4 months old – so the vet was right when she initially estimated her age.
She and Henry love each other, which is great since she’ll likely eventually be 4 times his size.
We had her out on Halloween so she could interact with a bunch of kids and she loved it. We learned she’s scared of large dogs, though.
We also learned – by taking her to the greenway – that she’s scared of runners. Walks perfectly on a leash, though, when nobody’s barreling toward her.
I was a little unsure how this would work out, but it’s been a great thing. We’re so happy to have her.
The Whole 30 is over. I basically did the Whole 20 and started “cheating” here and there over the last week and a half. I full blown gave up a couple of days before it ended.
I was just tired of it.
I initially lost 6 pounds, but I gained 5 back nearly immediately – which is totally fine with me. I don’t care enough about 5 pounds to be so focused on my daily diet.
Honestly, if I could pull it off without the mental drama (i.e., thinking about normal food like a white potato as “cheating”), I would keep it up indefinitely. I can’t deny that I physically felt A LOT better. I started having stomachaches as soon as I reintroduced beans and I just legitimately feel awful every time I eat a lot of sugar. I had to use Tums 3 days in a row even though I didn’t eat anything crazy.
So: physically? It’s great. Mentally? It was starting to make me crazy. Feeling like I’m restricting is just irritating. I know HOW to reframe so that I might not feel like I’m restricting certain foods, but it would take a lot of work to completely change my mindset. Not sure it’s worth it since I have a lot of peace, in general, and am fully on board – and completely capable of maintaining my 110 pound loss – with intuitive eating.
The big news: I RAN 9.32 MILES last weekend.
Jon and several of our running group friends signed up for CrossKnox – a 15k race. I wasn’t going to do it since my longest run at that point was only 8 miles and I’d only done that ONCE, but I got talked into registering the week before. I had 10 miles on my schedule, anyway, so I went for it fully expecting to be the last person to cross the finish line (especially after I looked at the results for the 3 years prior).
The friend who talked me into running it had 20 miles on her schedule, so she ran 10 before the race and then slowed down to run the race with me (though she sped up here and there and backtracked to me to pick up some extra mileage).
I had to walk up some hills and I slowed down pretty dramatically around mile 5 – but I never stopped. I was super negative about it before I started, but felt fantastic afterward, of course.
I wasn’t last – though I would have been totally fine with it. 5 people finished behind me. Jon finished at 1:25.
The best part? Brunch afterward!
I have 10 miles on my schedule again this week. We didn’t make it to the group run yesterday morning because my dad is in town visiting, so I’m going to give it a try later this afternoon.
Next weekend, we’re going to Nashville with our marathon running friend. It’s her first, so we’re going to cheer her on and Jon is going to jump in and run the last half or so with her. Should be fun!