Since making my goal weight in June of 2011, I have been on again, off again about tracking my food, having good food habits, and getting regular exercise. I'd spent $100 on a boot camp, and then only went 3 times... All that changed on Friday. Her name is Lulu.
Lulu is a 4 month old pointer/lab mix. (We think.) She is a rescue dog. She was found when she was about 8 weeks old, skinny and flea-infested, outside a Cabela's--World's Foremost Outfitter (a place like a Bass Pro Shop.) The people who found her turned her in to a really wonderful rescue group that fosters both cats and dogs that have been found. In fact, her rescue name was Cabela, but I couldn't have that, because it would be shortened to Bella, and God forbid anyone should think I named her after a Twilight character!!!
So, Lulu came to my house on Friday. She is big enough and needy enough and hungry enough that I can no longer sit on the couch to eat. So I am exhibiting better eating habits because I'm eating at the dining room table and actually making a meal rather than eating one thing and then another. (Let's see, I'll start with a sandwich...still hungry, so now I'll eat some yogurt...still hungry, time for a handful of pistachios...time for the rest of the pistachios...you get the picture.)
And Lulu is a dog who needs to be on a schedule. She is being crate-trained, so that means I need to get up at 6, pull on some clothes, take her outside to pee, feed her, and be prepared in 3 minutes to walk out the door on the poop walk. And then some. Today we went about two miles in 36 minutes...and that includes three stops for poo and NUMEROUS stops to get the morning news (you know, the sniffing kind...) Poor Chica the Chihuahua. gets left behind when we go, but I put her food down before I leave so she has a half hour to eat before we get back. And then it's her turn, but we only go about 1/4 mile.
I also am getting some weightlifting in the mix. Lulu currently weighs about 20 pounds, and is terrified of my 17 pound cat Wasabi. He turns into a giant puffball and STALKS her. If she gets within three feet of him he flies into action, trying to claw her eyes out (Thank goodness he is front-declawed.) My house has a long hallway, and she can't walk from her crate to the living room without walking by....THE CAT. So I carry her from her crate to the living room to the kitchen and back again. Hope this doesn't last too long! I'm afraid of the cat, too!
Anyway, I weighed myself this morning, and I've lost 3 pounds!