Spring with Mr Shedder....
As you can no doubt see, it was a lovely afternoon at the barn, for me and Dim. Dim is Shedding, a thing horsies do at this time of year. I would like to say, for the record, scraggly as he looks, when we took these, I had just spent over an hour brushing him. That's as groomed as he can get this time of year.
I like this picture of us because it is the first one of me in years I am feeling good about. I have been on my FIT Plan now for 9 weeks and have lost 12 pounds. Feeling very good about it. It could be more but I am not good at STAYING on the thing all the time. I think, tho, that is the way to do it. It's life after all, and if you can't do it forever, it won't work. It's a start. And the right direction.
I am going to be riding Dim all the time now, which is exciting. He still needs a lot of work, and Horsetrainer Melissa is going to keep working him too, and teaching me. I have a lot to learn. More than a lot. Dim is the finest horse I have ever rode, and I want to do it right. You can see how much he has filled out since last fall, when he was underweight, and not moving as well.
I spent a couple hours with the Shedder yesterday too, and braided his mane for absolutely no reason except I felt like it. His tail, by the way, is not GONE (Readers of Black Beauty, settle down) I put it up because it is very LONG, and drags on the ground, which in the spring, is very muddy. And icky. I want it to be pretty for show season.
After riding today, I stopped by the grocery store, and a Gentleman came up and asked if I was the Fabulous Lorraine. (Murphy's Law states this NEVER happens to me except when I look as tho I have just come from spending the day in the barn. Dressed to the nine's? Forget it!) He said he read my Blog here and loved the adventures. I asked how he knew me and he mentioned there weren't a LOT of people with purple hair in our town. Right. Well, it made my day, thank you Dennis, and welcome!
Having my own horse is changing so many things for me. There is so much less stress in my life, when I get to the barn, it all goes away. I love being there, I love how I feel, so tired (And dirty) afterwards. I am stronger. I think clearer. I plan more. I make things to eat in the crock pot to have ready when I get home. Or plan out what would be good, and healthy on the way back. I can sleep at night, and wake up feeling good, and ready for whatever the day has. I am starting to believe some pretty cool things about myself.
And at the risk of sounding sappy, I am totally living a dream I have had since I was four.
I have my own horse.
Love and Life,