Poop

I'm up to my eyeballs.

Two dogs down and out.  Louie with bloody diarrhea - 10 days, 3 meds.  Big guy with the squirts too.  Up during the night.  Might need a vet visit for him too.

Did I mention Louie had a massive, watery, bloody stool in OUR BED yesterday?!?!  I found it when I went to make the bed.  Fun times.  9 loads of laundry later (we have a lot of layers on our bed) ...

And, today is the dentist.  Wow.  There are no words, Universe.  See - poop.  Even the universe decided to dump on me.

Okay - all my puns over.  I started out wondering how many poo synonyms I could get into this post. I have loads more, but, I'll spare the visuals.

Duke and I went for a run in the rain yesterday.  It was sprinkling with no thunder, so why not.  We were wet by the end, but it felt refreshing.  Today is a lift day.

I've lost my mojo for boxing.  I hope when I go again, I'll find it.  I have the membership for 2 months - June and July (because there's a 30 day cancelation).  It takes some time to adjust so I need to give it an honest try.

I'm feeling that slump of motivation for all things again.  And TRUE CONFESSIONS, I ate crap last night after a bummer day of cleaning up poop (carpets, bed, etc) and some continued family drama getting me undone.

I'm not sure how to get myself back on a good streak.  The boxing slump is related to my family drama a little.  My brother's company has fitted this gym with equipment and he's the reason it's on my radar.  We had an "incident" this weekend that upset me a lot.  Now there's a weird linked association.  Stupid.  I know.  But it's there in my mind.  I don't want to think about it, but when I think about boxing my mind goes to the family issues.

My eating issues seem to be about accountability. I emailed a life coach yesterday to see about some life coaching - duh (guess that's obvious).  She's also a Whole30 coach and I follow her on Instagram since she was a guest on the Whole30 account.  I'm curious if she will respond.  I sort of expected a response by now (impatient me).  I emailed early yesterday and thought I'd have some contact by today.  It's probably my desperation wanting some help NOW.  I want to know the cost.  If it's astronomical, I'll think twice.  I also feel weird about NEEDING to pay for accountability, but if it gets me results, then it will be worth it.

I've been screwing around this for OVER 6 MONTHS!!  Good lord.  I need to shit or get off the pot (one more poop reference for good measure lol).

I'm hoping to turn this day around after a good workout.  The junk food left-over from the weekend is gone (thanks to yesterday-ME).  Ugh.  Why does my good, nice life feel HARD.  It's frustrating how silly this is ... and yet ... here I am.

Later gators.