Broken Promises

I broke my goal to Curves three times a week. I admit it; there are no secrets between us. I was supposed to go today with my two friends who keep me honest, but they went without me. (Now I am on the naughty list.) I went to the doctors instead. It was an interesting story…

Enter in my dog Simon who loves his rubber peppermint ball. He doesn’t know an appropriate place to leave his toys at night. He left his ball at the top of the stairs; maybe he thought it would be a convenient place to pick it up in the morning. It was early Monday morning last week; I got out of bed and headed downstairs. I didn’t make it down right-side-up. I slipped on the ball and went down on my bum. (Thump, thump, thump.) OUCH! Although I didn’t say ouch; I said some other four letter words that I have edited for content.

I went on with my week and I was sore, but I expected it. I even went to Curves, and gritted my teeth when the pain hit my tailbone. Then Saturday we decided to trim the house for Christmas. It is my job to put the lights on the tree. (To this day I don’t know how David got me to agree to that.) I was crouching up and down putting the lights on. I guess my bum wanted a time-out, because all the sudden I could not get up, and I could not sit down. Standing became my new favourite position, and lying down became the runner-up.

To make a long story short: I am not exercising for a couple of weeks until my tailbone heals.

As for Simon, he still leaves his ball where ever he pleases. I will take him for his walks, but they will be short and slow. He is urging me to hire a dog walker, but I think we should be in this together.