This & That

Last week I blogged about being more intentional about my food choices.  It really wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.  I expected to be whiny, crabby, and not much fun to live with, especially when cutting back on my chai.

But I made it through the week ...and so did Michael!

And the good news:   after one week the scale was down 4.5 pounds!  Of course most of that is water, but I'll take it!  I noticed in the morning I could easily get my rings on each day.  

I celebrated with popcorn at the hockey game Saturday night, and of course struggled to get my rings on Sunday morning.  I have a love/hate relationship with salt.  

So I am going to continue to be more intentional about my food choices and keep plugging away.  One day at  a time... one choice at a time.  I know the scale will move much slower than it did last week, but it's definitely a start.



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And in other news...

Last week it was time to take Belle and Willow to the vet for their monthly nail trim, etc.  We take them in after we get off work and had planned to go home and have leftovers for supper.

Pretty exciting life the D's have,  huh?

Michael got home from work and asked what time their appointment was and I reminded him.  Then he said, "And we are going to have leftovers tonight, right?"

Now I have to tell you, this is not a clear cut question as it appears to be.  It does not really simply mean "We are going to have leftovers tonight, right?"  

What it really means is, "Do we really have to have leftovers tonight?"  

And what that really means is, "Can we get something to eat out instead? I really don't want leftovers."

Well, far be it from me to pass up a chance to not have to "cook."  

(Yes, even heating up leftovers counts as "cooking."   My blog, my rules!)

So, once verifying that what I heard and what he actually meant were two completely different things,  "the discussion" ensued.

What are you hungry for???  


Where do you want to eat??? 


Before my LapBand I would definitely love giving input on where we were going to eat.  But to be honest, unless there is something that really does not sound good, anything is fine with me.  I'm not going to eat that much, so most of the time I just want Michael to pick a place to eat.  That is one big difference since my surgery.  I am not able to "go crazy", so I prefer he picks where we eat.  Eating out is different. Now it is more the joy of not having to cook, rather than salivating over what I would be consuming in high quantities.  In that aspect my LapBand has definitely changed my thoughts on food.  


Okay, back to the story.

Obviously with two basset hounds in the car we would be bringing dinner home, not eating out.  

I offered stopping at Wendy's or McDonald's.  They are on our side of town and would not take a lot of time.  However, one of our daughter-in-laws,  who shall remain nameless has indirectly forever changed the way I will look at any type of nugget, so that really did not appeal to me - as those WERE my go-to meal at the above restaurants.  

(Hi Melissa!)

On the drive to the vet we were still trying to figure out what we were going to do for supper.  Then I remembered Joe's Pizza!  They have awesome New York style (thin crust) pizza and are practically next door to the vet!  They are a family owned business, very welcoming,  and their service is excellent!  We were early leaving for our appointment so I suggested we stop at Joe's first, order a pizza, and pick it up on our way home!

You know how sometimes you look back and think, "That was a totally awesome idea!"  

Well this was the best idea ever.  Okay maybe not ever but it was definitely a great idea! 

So we ordered our pizza, said we would stop back for it, and went on to the vet.  And as usually happens I got to talking.  I know, hard to believe!  We love the dogs' vet and we love all the staff - they are like a second family.  So after taking care of the dogs we got to visiting and one conversation led to another.  Time just gets away sometimes when you are having a good chat. Next thing I knew Willow was still laying on the cold metal table long after her nail trim, happy as a clam with Chelsea petting her.  She could have cared less as long as she was getting attention.  (Belle would have not have tolerated being on the table this long - and would not have made herself this comfortable - petted or not! When she is done, she wants down NOW.). Another of the staff popped in the room to give Willow a treat before leaving for the night (the girls are definitely spoiled) and I realized it was past closing time.  

But we had a lot to talk about!

So we loaded up the dogs and headed to get our pizza.  Since I was Chatty Kathy the pizza had been sitting for a bit, but once home we put it in the microwave for a few seconds to reheat it and it was to die for!   We had forgotten how good Joe's Pizza is and we love to support the businesses on our side of town.  


Michael suggested we make this a routine each time we take the girls to the vet.  

And who am I to argue?

Joe's: Be expecting a visit from the D's a little more often.  

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Readers: I had to laugh at today's blog.  The vet visit story is exactly what it is like to talk with me in person.  I go a lot of different directions, but most of the time I forget where I was headed and end up saying, "Where was I going with this?"  Luckily with my blog the intent is written down so it was easier to get back on track and finish the story for you, but you still get to see the twists and turns my mind takes.  Pretty crazy, huh?  Just you wait.