Recently I have focused on Romeo’s accomplishments (since he is doing so well and I’m so happy for him). But it’s time for a break from such cheerfulness. Today I’d like to chat about how Romeo’s amputation has negatively affected me. This realization hit me as I was driving home from work this evening.
When I started going to the gym regularly last year, one of my goals was to no longer weigh more than my Great Dane – which for my height is a healthy goal and quite reasonable. I am happy to say that I achieved this goal. Not that he outweighed me by much (or at all sometimes), but I could truthfully say I didn’t weigh more than Romeo.
Now that Romeo has lost a leg, I have lost this achievement and now outweigh my dog again. Maybe this whole process was put in motion to renew my enthusiasm for going to the gym, giving me a new goal to strive for.
Guess I’ll be getting up at 5am tomorrow.
On the ride to work this morning, contemplating his weight loss strategy