Sick Dog, Sad Mom

I woke this morning to a dog that wouldn't get up; she was shaking and slow. First, I LOVE MY DOG. She is big and fluffy and gentle and loving. She is truly my best friend. I was torn between getting my kids ready for school, addressing their concerns about Daisy and helping my dog - making her comfortable, getting through to the vet. I managed a little of both and got the kids on the bus. After closely examining the dog, I discovered the problem - a cyst on her back has ruptured, so it must be infected and sore. We have an appointment at 10:30. I am waiting. She is resting.

I have to work at 12:00. I will not make it to the gym. I am bumming, but another day of rest will probably be a good thing for my never ending cough (this virus has really shut me down).I'll be able to make it up over the weekend. My diet this week is good - yesterday not stellar, but I reigned it in. I have to be dilligent.

My daughter had her annual physical yesterday. She is "at risk" for being obese. The medication she is on has caused her to gain weight. I am trying to keep her active, but I know that I am stressed about her diet, and her future. I was a fat kid and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I don't want to be one of those crazy mothers that puts their kids on diets or like my mom who constantly stood by with that "should you be eating that" look. I don't want to tell her that her weight is fine, because it is not. I keep saying that what you eat is important and exercise is key. She sees how I have struggled with my weight, but now it is even more vital that she see me succeed. I am predicting a top 3 finish in this BIGGEST LOSER contest. Just wait and see...