Weight lifting AND running! Check out that calorie burn, pretty awesome, huh? It felt so good to get in a good weight lifting session in and then follow up with a 1 mile run on the treadmill. I know everyone hates the treadmill but dang, was I happy to RUN. I don’t care if it was only 1 mile and if I was slow.

So this weekend was kind of a busy, crazy, special weekend. Michael and I met two dogs this weekend. After my workout on Saturday I frantically tried to get everything checked off my to-do list before we left to meet the first dog, Jazz. One of the things we had to do was puppy-proof the house. ­čÖé We also stopped for lunch on our way to meet the first dog. We went to Fresh Grill and Michael got a burger, I got the buffalo wing chicken sandwich.


Back to the puppies…Jazz was a 3 month old mix–they think she’s a lab/Manchester Terrier mix but I think I see some Doberman in her, too. Her mom wasn’t too big so they think she’ll be around 30-maybe 40 pounds when she is full grown. Michael and I drove to Hillsboro to visit Jazz at her foster home.


Her foster mom, Eileen, is a super diligent, loving foster mom who’s number one concern is Jazzy’s health and happiness. It was nice to see that Jazz is flourishing in her foster home. She’s still a puppy and has a lot of puppy tendencies. She’s currently in the “biting” phase of puppy-hood.



Her foster mom has crate trained her and Jazz is mostly potty-trained, so that’s great. She has not been trained on commands, which is fine. We plan on taking dog training classes whenever we adopt. Since neither Michael nor I have had dogs of our own, we want to take some classes to help us do our best for whatever dog we pick.


Jazz was so affectionate, so sweet and lovable. She had a lot of energy but also chilled out and just chewed on her bone. We stayed about 2 hours talking and playing with Jazz. She’d been a little sick because of mites in her ears and all the scratching gave her a little infection/fever. She’s doing better with the meds and should be okay but the foster mom is going to take her back to the vet this week to double check.

On Sunday we met the other dog we were really interested in adopting. This dog was named Bella, a 10-month or so old lab mix. They aren’t sure what the other mix is, maybe some pit, but who knows.


Bella’s foster mom, Jen, was super nice and I’d been chatting with her through email for about a week. I shared my reservations about getting a dog (the cats’ safety, etc) and just talked about the kind of family Bella needs. Bella was definitely a bigger dog than Jazz and probably a higher energy than the puppy too!


Jen warned us Bella might be wary of Michael and nervous at first. When they arrived at our house, there was a huge windstorm going on and I think that freaked Bella out. She was barking (very loudly) and freaked out. We all went inside and I shut the cats in the bedroom.


Bella was super anxious and curious. She ran around the house smelling everything (probably looking for the cats) then we all went outside so we could play with the ball and get some of her nervous energy out. She loves play time! This is where she bonded with Michael and wasn’t scared of him anymore. He threw the ball and she played fetch and then rolled onto her back so he’d scratch her belly!


Bella’s nervousness was gone. We went back inside and Jen left for about an hour. It was just us! Bella immediately hopped onto the couch next to me and chilled out.

We just hung out and then decided to see how the kitties would do. Michael put Bella’s leash back on and held her and I let the cats out. Fat Kitty came out and his eyes were HUGE. He was curious and scared. Bella is living in a foster home with another dog and a cat and has shown no prey drive or aggression towards either. But I had to see for myself.



The cat came into the hallway and looked at the new creature but didn’t so much else. Bella was curious but didn’t lunge or act aggressively. She didn’t even bark or growl. Fat Kitty hissed and ran away. Then Bella and Michael got on the couch together.┬áBella started to fall asleep. Her eyes got heavy.

Fat Kitty came out again and came up to the couch and looked at Bella. She perked up and looked at the cat but didn’t do anything. And later when Fat Kitty was in the bedroom I encouraged Bella to go in there with me but she wouldn’t. She came right to the doorway and stopped and sat. It was like she recognized that it was the cat’s room and not hers. I think that’s a great sign!


Back to the couch where Bella fell asleep. And was SNORING! It was adorable. And it made me feel good. That meant she was comfortable in our house, she liked us, she bonded with Michael enough to fall asleep next to him and wasn’t obsessed with finding the cats. GOOD SIGNS.

Decision time!

Note to Self:

NOTE TO SELF:┬áJust because you have extra calories left over for the day, does NOT mean you need to eat them all…


Now that I am home from vacation, summer is drawing to a close, I’m trying to get back on track, I need this reminder every once in awhile. I’m back to paying attention to portion control and staying in my calorie range every day. So why do I self-sabotage and eat MORE calories than I need?

Sometimes we all need that reminder….(NOTE TO SELF: in order to lose weight, we must create a DEFICIT of calories. So stop eating the “extra” calories earned!)

In the same vein, that message is hard to tell myself when I am FAMISHED. Seriously, stomach growling, gurgling, nauseated hunger. I hate that! That’s how I’ve felt this week. My food choices have been very healthy! Lots of fruits and veggies as snacks; I’ve been guzzling water like mad; we haven’t been eating out. Good choices.

So why am I so stinking hungry? I’m guessing it’s the weather change. And I felt it Wednesday morning when I got on the bike at 7am to ride to work. 55 degrees. I was FREEEEEZING.

Which sounds like a big, fat whine compared to Lori at Finding Radiance….her first “fall” ride was 36 degrees. Brrrr. Okay, so maybe my 55 degrees wasn’t that chilly; it sure felt that way, though, so I biked a little bit faster than I should have just to warm up my shivering body.



Despite being freezing (I should have worn more layers) and grumbling as I got up earlier than normal to hit the road, I was glad I did it. Biking to work is the best way to start the day. I am refreshed and energized and happy! The ride home was a little more comfortable:


While the ride home was warmer and nicer, my knee was bugging me and my back felt really tight. So all in all the ride home was “meh” and sadly, it might be my last right to work. The weather here in Oregon is getting “iffy” and inconsistent. I’m just not gonna ride in the rain!

In other news: Michael and I are serious about a dog now. I have a few feelers out and have been chatting with two different foster moms about the dogs. No news yet and no idea if we’ll get a chance to meet the dogs. I told Fat Kitty we might be getting a puppy and this was his reaction:

He’s not enthused. I know it will be a BIG change for the kitties. I have many, many reservations about getting a dog. Will the cats be miserable? Will they start acting out? Will the three of them get along or just cause me stress and anxiety? Like I said, no news yet and I’m trying NOT to fall in love with the pictures and video clips the foster moms are sending me of the dogs….!

It’s hard.

Note to self: be patient.