Saturday, September 3, 2011

Getting Back to Normal

Or as close to normal as our house gets. 

Estes is getting better every day, though she's still awfully skinny.  I didn't know that one of the early signs of sand colic is sudden weight loss - she always drops a lot of weight about this time each year, so when the weight came off, we didn't even think of sand colic.  In retrospect, she's probably built up a bit of sand in her gut every year and has just been lucky enough in the past not to colic from it.  I'm hopeful that once we get her gut cleared out (only another couple of days of psyllium) she'll start gaining weight again.  Right now, she looks like we've starved her even though she's been getting more food than the others for a month or so now.

I was gone from the gym for a week.  It was completely unintended.  El Poquito Diablo and I met the Wednesday before Estes colicked; I had to work all day on Thursday; my Friday fell apart and I didn't make it; Saturday, I shot the Steel Challenge and went to the Corn Roast Festival with RockCrawlinChef and then Sunday the shit hit the fan.  Or not, actually.  There was no shitting going on with Estes, which was a big part of the problem.  Long story short, it was a full week that I hadn't stepped foot in the gym.  I was afraid of the damage that I'd done with not working out and stress eating M&Ms.

Imagine my surprise when we did my measurements and I was down two pounds and 2/10th of an inch off my rear end.  I guess all that walking between the pen, the Lodge and the Livery burned a calorie or two after all.

I'm back in the gym on a more regular basis now and feeling so much better.  I'm starting to feel the changes in my body.  I've lost 26#, but I didn't feel like my body shape was changing much - it was just getting smaller.  Now, I can feel that my shape is actually changing.  In videos of me shooting last week, I actually have forearm muscles!  It's an interesting feeling, feeling body parts shifting and changing, but I'm not going to complain.

This morning in boot camp, I actually sprinted!  And was leading the suicides we were running.  Until I couldn't breathe.  Dang I hate that.  It was painfully obvious that I am the sprinter of the family, while Nebalee is the distance runner.  I ran fast and peaked early.  Nebalee kept a steady pace and was able to finish while I was praying the wall would continue to hold me upright.


Allenspark Lodge said...

Ya know, it just occurred to me. Maybe you should just start sprinkling dirt on your Wheaties in the mornings.

Worked for Estes...


Rachel said...

Oh gosh... I should just not look at Beel's comments until I post my own, because I feel entirely unwitty.

I didn't realize the weight loss thing either... and Kona sure had that right before I got her. I'm sure it had something to do with how bad her colic episode was with me. I am SO glad Estes is better. I was heartbroken that she was in such shape that you had to consider putting her down... I didn't even want to imagine that.

And GO YOU - all muscley and fit! :)

Momma Fargo said...

LMAO at Bill's comment. I am so proud of you! It is hard and you have accomplished so much in such a short time. If you think about it, the way you are taking care of your health is going to be long term and not a yoyo effect. Besides, you are doing some intense workouts which are amazing in getting someone fit.