I don't want a dog!

I promise you I don't.  Really!

This past weekend I took an unexpected trip to Evansville with Ems and Z.  It was planned on Friday morning and the general purpose was to keep Ems company during the car ride as she had several things to do while she was in Evansville.  This lead to tons of downtime on Saturday and Sunday.  It was nice to spend Saturday afternoon just relaxing with my book and laptop and phone.  There was no pressure to do chores or unwanted and pesky tasks.  It was very nice.

On Saturday afternoon I decided to take Blue (Ems parents dog) for a long walk.  It was warm outside and the weather was beckoning me to enjoy the false spring.  After a few minutes of inspection I installed the tricky dog collar and took Blue on a trek of the neighborhood.

Isn't he pretty?  PS...I stole this photo from Em's blog...you should check it out.

It was just me, Blue and my iPod.  I walked for over an hour through the neighborhoods and the Catholic retreat center.  Blue was a perfect angel and walked next to me the entire time.  He never acted out or barked at other people.  So even though I know I don't want a dog and I know I am completely a cat person, I wish for a dog on those perfect spring days.  I know I am not likely to just go out by myself and walk around, but having a purpose makes it so much easier.

The time outside was so peaceful.  I listened to my book for a while and then switched to music.  I bet I was even heard singing out loud several times and I didn't care because I was an unknown in that neighborhood.  The funny thing was that Blue wasn't.  Unknown that is.  People waved at me and at Blue.  I walked him both days, Saturday and Sunday, and each day someone came up to me and said, "Isn't that Blue?"  I then had to explain how I knew Blue and why I had him out.  That really is the nice thing about small neighborhoods.

So, I don't really want a dog but I wouldn't mind borrowing one on occasion for an afternoon of blissful relaxation and serenity.

I Lost My Belt

I don’t know how.  It was just missing.  I went into my closet this morning and it wasn’t where it should have been.  See…if I don’t put something back in its rightful spot I have a hard time locating it later.  So my belt is probably two feet from its normal home, but I couldn’t find it this morning.

So because I couldn’t find my normal belt I had to use my old belt.  I had the old belt forever and as I put it on it smacked me in the face as to why I had to replace it.  It was to big.  It fit on the furthest hole but the areas by the first and second holes have significant wear. 

This realization made me so happy.  I often forget how far I have come.  I just think of myself as overweight and the goal to being small and fit is unmanageable.  As a matter of fact I had a conversation with Ems in the gym a few weeks ago because she thought I have a warped body image.  There was a large person in front of us and I told her I thought I looked like that person.  She was all NO…That person is way larger than you.  I just didn’t see it.

So today it makes me happy to wear my old belt and see the evidence of my progress.  Go ME! FYI…I may forget this lesson tomorrow but for today I am happy.