I apologize for not keeping up with my blog entries recently.  We thought that our little Cairn Terrier was dying the week before last.  Our vet heard some fluid in her lungs so, he gave us lasix, but she became even more despondent and weak over the weekend.  We waited for the blood work results. 

 

She already has an enlarged heart and the blood work showed that now she also has diabetes.  Freya will be sixteen years old in April and while that's a good old age for a dog, we would like her to live until fifty or more. 

 

Our dog's rapidly declining health was tough to watch.  Being an emotional eater, I would consciously think about what I was eating, but stopped keeping a food journal--up to and including this week (still have to get back in the swing of things).  It's really difficult trying to become aware of my food intake. 

 

It's even tougher injecting exercise into this sedentary life.  I'm not a go-go kind of person, by nature.  Some good friends of ours are so physically active, it's almost amazing to behold!  They thrive on it and I'm truly in awe of this devotion to motion.  Like someone just beginning on a new musical instrument, I hope that after a while this abhorrence for practice (or in this case, exercise) will magically turn from pain into pleasure.  Maybe someday when I've lost that "magic number" of pounds, I, too, will desire the practice of exercise.  

 

Until then, working on the elliptical pacer, doing yoga or running with odd-looking little MII people in the Land of WII still feels a bit foreign.

 

Jo