We have arrived at the last day of May. First off, I want to thank everyone who sent me good vibes knowing that I was crashing and burning a bit the last few days.
I know that you will find this completely shocking - NOT! But I can tend to be a little bit of a hysteric. Turns out I was making a gigantic mountain out of a very small molehill. I had created a whole scenario of disaster which didn't materialize. So I am good.
Where do I stand this last day of May? Marc and I slept in the latest we have slept in (ok we weren't sleeping, but TMI!!) in months and months. We are planning on going on a hiking adventure today. We are as solid I think as we have ever been and for that I am supremely thankful!
Exercise - I gotta admit, I have fallen off the wagon hard. Since the half-marathon I have not been running as much as usual and have lost my desire. I have tried to offer all kinds of rationalizations - like "I'm just taking it easy on my Achilles" but that - like all other excuses - is bullshit. My lifting sessions have also felt somewhat anemic. I have been very active, but not as focused. I plan to re-focus on that - we'll see how my long run goes tomorrow!
Weight - I weighed in this morning at 121.0. That 1 pound above my red line and at least 3 pounds from where I would like to be. And that's been the consistent pattern throughout May. And somehow - I just can't bring myself to care. I feel like I should care. But I just don't. So have I resigned myself to a higher weight? Maybe? Does that make me a failure?
And where do the other members of the family stand?
I continue to work on Chakotay's weight - which I'm measuring him, not weighing him. He is slowwwwwwly losing some inches. Now that we are able to walk and hike more, that should get better.
The baby chicks? I didn't share this with you guys because it was SO horrible and we'd never had it happen before. But a couple of days after we moved the baby chicks into the coop, the older hens attacked one of the babies. They pecked off a whole bunch of her feathers and then the skin on her skull down to the BONE. It was horrific and the baby ended up dying. A lot of people who have had chickens insist to me that the baby must have been sick - even though she seemed fine - and the other hens instinctually knew it and got rid of her.
At any rate, what's done is done. The other 7 are doing great and there have been no more incidents. The older hens are laying away so we are having our fresh eggs and selling some by the road.
I still have an itch. That itch for a change. The desire to take a risk and alter my path. But overall, heading into not just a new month, but a new year of my life, I am feeling surprisingly positive and optimistic.