After a fairly stressful Week Three, I was really hoping that things would be calmer last week and that I could shift my focus back to my goals. But apparently the universe had other plans.
Anyone who has read my blog for any length of time knows that I am something of a cat lady. Currently, Bill and I have a pretty normal number of two – a fifteen-year-old Maine Coon, Saturday (yes, like the day – there were seven kittens in his litter and each was named for a day of the week), and Ernie, the sweet rescue cat we adopted after we got married in 2017. I brought Saturday home as a foster kitten on Valentine’s Day in 2009, when he was just a few months old, and I ended up deciding to keep him. We don’t know exactly how old Ernie is, but we’re guessing he’s between nine and thirteen.
On Friday night, it was very apparent that something was wrong with Saturday. He couldn’t keep anything down, he wasn’t his usual snuggly self, and he walked as though he was in pain. We took him to an emergency vet and were up pretty much all night with him. By the next afternoon, the decision was made to hospitalize him, which was one of the most difficult things I’d ever done in my life. But as awful as it felt to leave him behind at the vet, it was the best thing for him, and happily he was able to come home early this morning. He seems to be feeling so much better! His eyes are bright again, his appetite is good, and he’s back to asking for hugs and purring loudly when he receives them.
Between worrying for Saturday and not getting a lot of sleep this weekend, the last thing I was focused on was trying to get to the gym for a workout. I think that some people can somehow function relatively well when they’re sleep-deprived, but I am not that kind of person at all. Fatigue makes my whole body feel awful. I didn’t make great food choices either. Bill and I were exhausted and didn’t feel like cooking, and even if we did feel like it we didn’t have any food in the house and we weren’t up to grocery shopping, so we got through the weekend on fast food. Last night we finally decided we needed to get back on track, so we went grocery shopping and picked up things we could use to make quick and easy dinners since we didn’t really know what the week would be like.
It’s been a stressful couple of weeks, but I’m just so grateful that everything worked out in the end. Our laundry room will be repaired at some point, and our water leak didn’t cause damage to anyone else’s home. It was terrible seeing Saturday so sick and having to make the decision to hospitalize him, but I’m just thankful that his recovery has gone so well and that now he’s comfortable and back at home. And above all of that, I feel so lucky to have my wonderful marriage to Bill. We really are each other’s biggest supporters and best friends, and having him by my side makes even the worst times so much easier.
Thankfully, my good food choices earlier in the week balanced out a lackluster weekend, and I ended up only 23 calories over my goal for the week. I’m honestly shocked that I was able to do that! I also managed to hit step goal (just barely, my average steps for the week were 7,541, but I’ll take it!). Although I missed my Saturday workout and didn’t strength train last week, I’m proud of the fact that even on an “off” week I was still able to work out four days out of seven. All of this translated to a minor weight loss of 0.1lbs, but a loss is a loss, and I’m happy about it.
So far I’m down 4.8lbs in January. I’m hoping that I can get that last 0.2lbs off so that I can celebrate a five pound loss for the month!