I have had a great afternoon – full of fun!
Mr WLB stayed at home today whilst I went to the gym. So off I went to try my new ‘leg day’ workouts with a high intensity session on the elliptical machine after having worked my legs out with quite a few weights…I love it! I have a feeling that I will ache tomorrow…and it’s PT day tomorrow – I am a sucker for punishment!
After working out, I headed home to grab Mr WLB. I am sure that he would happily hibernate given the chance, but the weather was so lovely that I suggested we grabbed lunch out and got some fresh air. So we did!
We picked up jacket potatoes – I drove past McDonalds, Pizza Hut, and Burger King to get there (currently polishing my halo!) – and we decided to go and see the horses.
I sorted the stables out – hay, straw, and water – and then let the horses into the yard. I then decided to grab a quick wee in one of the stables whilst they were eating the grass in the yard…as my leggings were being held out of the way and I was in a funny crouch / squat position, I heard someone shouting ‘helloooo!’ – that’s not what you want to hear when the horses are loose and your lady bits are getting an airing!
It was the old lady from the village! She is obsessed with one of my horses, and still rides in her mid-70s. She is a lovely lady – and is going to keep an eye on them when I head to Scotland. As I am still far too heavy to ride my Welsh Cob I am having a bit of a debate with myself as to whether or not I let her start riding him. He is pretty much ready to go, but is what is known as a ‘starter’…he’s not experienced and needs training from scratch in terms of his ridden work, although his groundwork is good.
Anyway, we chatted the other day and she asked if I minded if she popped in to see him every now and again…ever since that conversation, she has been there daily!
I am not sure what I have let myself in for. I am not sure that she is either. The problem is that he can be a bugger for other people. He knows what he should be doing, but is almost like a one-person pony. He can be bolshy and pushy for others unless you really know what you are doing…it’s like he spots a weakness and exploits it!
So as I am pulling my pants up, he is outside chasing the others around and this lady is in the middle of it…not phased at all as she is an experienced horsewoman…but I am worried about the responsibility of him causing her an injury. I have warned her, but I think she thinks that I am being a little over the top. He then gave her a display of his strength by dragging me around the yard to get at the grass. I dealt with him in the end, but have rope burns to show for my troubles!
He is my baby and I didn’t want anyone else riding him, but I am of the opinion now that if she can get him started then I can hop on as and when I am ready and we can enjoy ourselves right away. I am still not sure though, and I will have to see how it all goes and how I feel about it – I am very protective of my neddies!
So we chatted for a while – but I could sense a bit of reluctance mixed with questions about whether I was showing him this year…erm, nope! Have you tried running alongside a Welsh Cob when they trot…I need to call Usain Bolt! I am just happy to spend time and chill out with the horses…and he really doesn’t care if he goes to a show or not – he either spends all of his time on his hind legs being a plonker, or spaced out in the sunshine looking like a donkey. So we either get banned from the show ground, or get a ‘special’ rosette for special people and special horses who look like donkeys!
Anyway, she left as my sister, her hubby, and my niece and nephew arrived. I could hear my niece and nephew shouting my name…I love them to bits!
So we had pony pampering – a washed tail for our Shetland, and lots of kisses and cuddles for him. My niece wouldn’t leave him alone. I even managed to get my nephew to sit on him, but he was clinging onto my hand for dear life! We groomed and tidied him up and my niece spent a lot of time sitting backwards on him cuddling his bum and saying what a nice cushion he made…he didn’t mind as she’d bought carrots.
Then I brushed the other two horses and just had fun with my family.
Oh, I had a nice non-scale victory (NSV!) today…I fitted in a foldy wooden garden chair with arms! And it didn’t collapse!
My other NSV was when my farrier – who came with his apprentice to trim the horses hooves – said how good I was looking.
Unfortunately, just as he said that, I leant back on the stable door for a rest whilst holding my youngest horse – I had been to the gym and spent all afternoon grooming and running around and wanted a breather – and very quickly realised that I hadn’t pulled the bolt across. This coincided with my niece standing on the bench and pulling the door back a little. Now, I could feel it happening…it was like a slow-motion scene…my feet scrambled backwards trying to find solid ground…but I then hit the wooden door stop and just went over.
So he had paid me a lovely compliment. I was holding my young and spooky horse. And went arse over tit…in a bit of a dramatic fashion. Now the weight loss helped, as I was able to get up unaided. Not before my farrier looked at me and said, ‘Are you alright?!’ ‘Yes!’ was my response…but my battered elbow, bruised arm, twisted finger, and sore knee screamed otherwise…what do you say though?! The positive was that my horse didn’t spook and just looked down his nose at me!
At 23st 8.5lbs it’s a bit hard to style it out when the ground is meeting your arse at high speed. I managed to get up, but was praying that I had put on the leggings without the crotch hole…as grey old Sloggis are not a view that I want my farrier to have!
I suppose getting up off the floor unaided was another NSV…my day has been full of them!
So that’s it for me today.
Nothing big on the weight loss front. No motivation stuff. Although the fact that I can now do all of this with my horses is amazing in itself. I used to have to sit on a bale of hay outside the stables and watch other people look after the horses. It was so wonderful to have the help and support of my family with this kind of thing…but nothing beats being able to get stuck in when the horses are a passion of mine. It really is great.
Back when I was 43st 5.5lbs, I never thought that I would ever be able to do anything with them again, let alone ride. Yet getting back in the saddle is on the cards this year. That feeling…well, if I could bottle it and share that with you then I would. I guess that there is always a way of coming back from a situation that you think is unrecoverable.
If you take anything from tonight’s blog post then I hope it’s that you recognise that there is always hope! And I keep my fingers crossed that the image of me having a wee in the stable is not what you take away from my ramblings!
So that’s it from me today. If I could fit into my bath then I would be having a long hot soak as I feel very achy and sore after my fall from grace…but I will have to settle for a hot shower and an early night.
Breakfast: Banana porridge (5 syns).
A good food day today. My usual brekkie fuelled my workout, and the thoughts of a jacket potato kept me going whilst I was sweating it out at the gym! No superfree, but when it’s lunch on the run then you have to go for the best option…and to be honest, the salad would have been an addition rather than me removing potato to fit it on the plate. Dinner was lovely…edamame beans, broad beans, green beans, and butter beans mixed with Asda lemon pepper dressing and roasted veggies – red onion, peppers, and courgettes…and I have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. My snacks were lovely. The Nakd crunch bars are great and only 5 syns…and I really fancied cheese toasties and so had them!
Exercise: 5 minutes treadmill, 45 minutes leg weights, and 28 minutes elliptical machine.
Thank you for reading,
Weight Loss Bitch xxx