Setting a Better Example

Ah, the dreaded weight. Max and I have both gained back the weight we fought so hard to lose. A year ago, we were both 25 pounds lighter than we are today.

So you might start seeing some numbers here. Because I have to be accountable somewhere. And I'm still burnt out of tracking foods on WW. Max is going back to tracking.

I think I'm not going to fight as hard to lose the weight this time. Baby steps. Hopefully I won't burn out again.

For Moodle!

My Dog, Myself

We started training classes for Fat Dog yesterday. She's a good dog, but she's stubborn, and fanatical about food, and jumps on you to say hello. The food thing means that Moodle has gotten knocked over pretty regularly, and has had her food stolen from her hand almost daily. Fat Dog is smart enough to know an easy target when she sees one.

Fat Dog has never bitten or snapped or reacted in any way to Moodle's slapping, pinching, tail pulling, and ear investigating, other than to get up and leave when she has had enough. Apparently the trail of Cheerios and the occasional stolen morsel is payment enough to ignore those atrocities.

But she does jump on Moodle to say hello. Fat Dog is getting skinnier, but is still a 30 pound beagle. And Moodle is getting bigger, but is still a 23 pound shrimpy toddler. You don't have to have my kind of physics credentials to see what happens.

We're getting better with both of their behavior, but training will help. It also provides needed focus and impetus on she and I taking daily walks (which we both need). And it gives me an hour a week with just the dog, for Daddy and Moodle to have some fun by themselves.