Except I'm not actually kicking, because that might be considered high impact and my brain will freak out and tell my glands to stop producing hormones.
Soooo what's been going on over here? Mostly just cleaning up puppy pee and working. Life is great.
So tiny, so full of face licks. I am not actually dancing in this gif (with a hard 'g'), I'm trying to avoid getting Kiwi's tongue up my nose.
She played with our friend's dog the other day, who is the exact same age as her, and it wowed me how tiny she is.
She also had her first bath, which was traumatizing but we made it through.
Obviously owning a puppy isn't all sunshine. She pees when she is feeling ignored. She pees when she's stressed. She just is really reliable at peeing. Plus she has a biting problem that we're still working on. She's high energy. But SO much fun. I took her out the other night after a carpet peeing incident, and was trying to be stern while I took her for a little walk, but I failed miserably because she's just so full of joy. Leaves are the best thing ever. Dirt is the best thing ever. Snow? Best thing ever.
The rest of my life is meh. Work is stressful and requires extra long hours right now. Nick and I don't have the same days off, but at least we have the same shift so we can have dinner together every night. I'm thankful for that.
I'm struggling hard with weight gain and feeling down about pretty much everything else. The women on the forums I frequent are full of so much useful information about recovering from HA, but they're all so rainbows and unicorns about everything. "I love gaining weight! My body is most beautiful when it's working correctly!" Ugh, go write a self-help book. Sometimes I want to hear that this sucks and feeling gross is normal and that someday I'll come to peace with this. I've gained 6 lbs. In keeping with a trend on weight loss blogs (which I REALLY need to stop reading), 6 lbs looks like this:
One 5lb bag of potatoes and two 0.5 lb Reese's cups. Go me.