Bronwyn has been doing SO WELL. Originally, when I moved her into town, I had thought to bring her for a two month minimum trial - my boyfriend and I have discussed it and agree that it is good for all involved for her to stay for as long as I can afford it, so she is a permanent-until-further-notice resident as far as we all are concerned. We love our barn and I THINK our BO loves us (well, at least he didn't run away screaming when I came to pay him August's board!).
I have been getting a lot of work done with Bronwyn and I think she is starting to fit up a little bit and lose some weight. She is now able to sustain a canter on the longe line which she couldn't do before - and she can also sustain it under saddle (yippee!!!). I will share the progress pictures once I get home to my camera where they are stuck.
Unfortunately, during one of those canter sessions on Sunday, I tweaked my back (as I have been lamenting on the Facebook page) and was not able to ride yesterday, and don't anticipate being able to take a lesson, if I ride at all, tomorrow. Better safe than sorry, I guess - though I was mighty tempted to sit on Bronwyn while grazing her last night, but figured I would never live it down if I managed to fall off and further injure my back.
It's kind of disappointing, too, because I am two weeks into a trial on a pair of Fuller Fillies show boots, and I just want to wear them all the time. There will be a full review (and possibly something more!) of them on the blog within a couple of weeks, so stay tuned.
|(Spoiler: I LOVE THEM!)|
I am considering the possibility of hitting a show at the end of the month but that all depends on how soon I can get back in the saddle and a variety of other things, including my very busy non-horse-related schedule.
Earlier last week, someone on the Facebook page told me that my story smacked of "self-indulgence". I guess it is true that I indulged myself by not waiting until all of the stars are aligned to live my life. How dare I try to live a life as a fat girl, without waiting until I lost weight and "looked right" to enjoy the things I love the most! At the end of the day, I told this person, I hold myself accountable, and am accountable to my horse, who joyfully shoves her head into the bridle (often faster than I can get it rigged up to put on her face) everytime we tack up to go for a ride, and greets me with this happy face when I round the door of the tack room with gear in hand: