Hark! Yet another attempt at creating and maintaining a blog. I never know quite where to begin, for I do not know where exactly the beginning is, where my journey began. However, in this instance, the middle is a perfectly acceptable starting point.
While Gracie, my Mum and Dad’s adult, female boxer was at the veterinary, she weighed in at 49 pounds. My Mum prefaced this very vet story by indicating that she does not want to offend me. Of course, I was mind-boggled because how could a story about Gracie being weighed at the doggie doc be construed as offensive? Well, because as Mum so eloquently put it, “You’ve lost a Gracie!”
For months I have tracked the pounds shed from my body, and the numbers themselves are meaningful as they add up, but until I had the visual component, I did not realize just how much progress I have made. I have indeed lost a Gracie, and I am so very proud.