I’m finally returning to my routine, which means my days are filled with a little me time.
This past month, well more than a month, has been a little tricky for me to get away and go to the gym.
Once you get yourself into a routine, one that you truly enjoy, it’s a hard habit to break. Because of my healthy “habit,” if you will, I had to put more focus on it again.
So far it’s been a success . . . .
For the past three days I made myself a priority and headed to my favorite place and got some running, weight training and either the elliptical or bike riding into my slotted “me time.”
My me time has been put on the back burner because of Lucy.
This is where my guilt comes into play. I know she’s a dog, but it breaks my heart knowing she has such a hard time of being alone.
She’s starting to pick up on my routine. She knows when I put my running shoes on and grab my purse it means she’s staying home.
When I take her out one last time before I leave she doesn’t go, but follows me and constantly tries to get my attention. Today she began shaking outside, one of her favorite places to be.
Yesterday and today she started to run out of our bedroom when I sit on the bed close to her crate. She knows.
I’ve done everything possible to help her conquer this fear, but so far nothing is working.
When I finally get her to come to me at the foot of the bed, she’s shaking like a leaf. It breaks my heart that this poor puppy has such anxiety when she knows I’m leaving.
I try and console her before putting her in her crate, but it doesnt help, the crying begins as soon as I walk out of the room.
I put a few treats in her Kong, hoping that would keep her busy, but of course she’s not interested because she’s watching me leave. (When I returned I found all three treats in her crate out of her Kong not. She loves these treats. I was shocked.)
With that said, leaving and getting in my workout has done wonders for my mood today and yesterday. Today I ran my fastest mile in a long time. It felt good to pick up my speed. I also rode a longer distance in the same 30-minute bike ride I typically do.
I left the gym with a huge smile on my face. I walked out a new person ready for my day. I absolutely love the therapy a good workout provides for me.
I love having a gym membership. I love walking through the doors, putting my ear phones in and going about my workout with no interruptions.
Yes, going to the gym on a regular basis was something missing out of my equation. A very important missing factor.
Now the challenge is getting Lucy to enjoy that small fraction of time away from me, while I indulge in a little me time.