Today I stood on the edge of the USA.
It's been a month since "my incident" - that's what we refer to it as around here - and things are looking up.
The Sunday after "my incident" I walked almost two miles. From that point on, I began watching the quantity of my food intake. The food I have been eating has been very good for me - just too much of it. I like food, what can I say. I made a batch of cookies for my daughter and only ate one. I passed over donuts and cupcakes coworkers brought in to work. I made 5 caramel chews (from Halloween) last 3 days!
I have been walking and cycling and being generally more active, slowly building up my stamina, hoping to get back to running like I used to. I have lost 7 pounds and dropped a clothing size. My blood pressure is nice and low. Almost too low at times, for a girl who is used to being propelled by a compression engine.
I would have sworn I did not feel bad before, but I feel so much better now I must have. My attitude is better. My energy level is better. I spend less time on the sofa.
Today I walked about 4.5 miles at an average of about a 15 minute mile (not fast, but a nice steady pace). I even jogged or trotted for small intervals. I made it to the edge of the USA, just 2 yards from Canadian soil, and turned around and came home. When I walk from my house, this is the scenery. You really can't beat that with a stick!
Also on the de-stressing front I have made a well thought-out decision about my goats. They must go. I find that dragging them or being pulled by them to and from the pasture twice a day is not a relaxing past time. I often end up incredibly stressed over the process. Saying things to them I wish I regretted but don't and then feeling guilty about it. Goats pee and poop indiscrimently and are very dirty things. The idea of turning them into milk goats and ending up with even more of the creatures, no matter how cute the babies are, sends shivers down my spine.
They deserve better. They deserve to have an opportunity to have babies and eat too much and hang out with other goats. They need to "be all they can be" and not get yelled at by me on a daily basis.
With this end in mind, we have found them a new home with a lovely young couple named Lissa and Jeff. They promised not to eat them - although felt comfortable with telling us they might eat their offspring - which I am perfectly okay with. They are going to start a dairy herd and these will be the founding members. We still have Een and Twee until Jeff and Lissa get their pasture ready but soon we will be goatless.
Someday, when we have a different barn/pasture set up than we do now, I would like to try again. Someday I would like to milk goats. Someday I will. Just not now.
This is all good news. I double dog dare you next time to go those last two yards and touch the tip of your toe on Canadian soil. Love ya
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