Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Cheese is Expensive

I still miss Buster so much. But, I am feeling a bit better. I do smile when I think of him, instead of cry every time.


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So. For the very first time in my life, I am going to try to lose weight. I don't say that as anything but a naked statement. I was pretty lucky to have the metabolism of a chipmunk for most of my life. That has, ahem, changed


I have joined Weight Watchers online. No way am I going to "meetings." Not an option. At all. A. is totally on board and helpful so far. Although, he brought a cookie home for me last night, which was sweet. He chirped, "It is a zero-point cookie!" He is a cutie.


I am clueless as to how to go about this. They seem to have a lot of articles and stuff so I think I will be able to figure it all out. I know quite a few people who have been on and remain on this plan, and it seems pretty healthy. So, that is good, I guess.


I am not going to lie: I do not have the best attitude. I do not mind cutting back on portions too much, but damn, I do mind having to pay attention to that yummy micro-brew beer I enjoy while watching the baseball game. And cheese. CHEESE! Cheese is so "point" expensive. CHEESE. 


My concession today is to drink my coffee black. I just earned myself two points of cheese! I do not mind this too much. However, if this is how I am going to start my day at the office I will need to bring in some good coffee. Now I am looking forward to going to the local coffee roaster and picking out a couple of new coffees. I can't get anything too dark as my coworkers will likely freak out. I do not know the first thing about different kinds of roasts and beans, so this little project should keep my occupied for a while.


How about you? Have you ever tried to lose weight? I am certain my downfall is going to be in the evening, after dinner. I am pretty sure I snack a helluva lot.


Also, are any of you coffee connoissuers? 

Monday, April 9, 2012

Dogs Everywhere

It is so strange to be a family of three. It just does not feel right. It feels so empty and awkward. I miss my boy, Buster. 

I feel guilty that I think this way, as though I am betraying Belle. Beautiful Belle, who is right next to me.

A. and I are trying to establish some new daily routines with Belle, so that all of us can adjust and move on as we must. The lucky girl gets lots of extra walks, as that is about her favorite thing to do. (Her absolute favorite is chasing something at full speed.) 

Swistle articulated how I am feeling perfectly: I know Buster is gone, I just don't believe it yet.

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On Saturday, a very sweet, little, female pit bull pranced right into our house. She was quite affectionate and seemed submissive to Belle. She loooved to give kisses. After many phone calls, left messages, and contacting the sheriff, we took her to the local shelter. We just weren't sure she and Belle would get along overnight, and she was a total spazz in the house. I never knew dogs could bounce off of walls. Literally. Cats? Sure. Dogs? Holy shit, annoying.

Anyway, turns out she belongs to a neighbor that moved in a few months ago. A. feels bad that he took a neighbor's dog to the pound, but how could we know? Hopefully they will get her an ID tag with their number on it.

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A. and I are going to visit his folks next weekend. A good 50% of the reasoning for this trip is so Belle can hang out and play with Sadie, A.'s mom's dog. She needs some good dog time.