I don’t know why I don’t think things through before coming
up with great plans (and the timing of said great plans.)
First, I have been exercising since we returned to school. That’s about 5 weeks. I have lost a grand
total of zero pounds. I don’t even know how that is possible. So I am much aggrieved
over the situation. Of course, as with all things everybody and their rabbit
has advice of what I should do. I finally decided that I would give it ONE WEEK
of hard core self-control (translated as only 1 drink a night, 2 on Saturday,
and eating super healthy, vegetables and chicken till I squawk.) And, of
course, I would continue to run.
Friday afternoon I hit the grocery store and bought a
chicken and a bunch of vegetables to cut up. Saturday morning, I threw the
chicken in the crockpot (world’s greatest invention). I then proceeded to go
run, come home, eat a little chicken and vegetables before continuing on with
my day. It pains me to say, after 24
hours I’ve lost 2 lbs. What crap. Why must eating healthy be part of the
equation????
Second, my dogs, shall we say, are miscreants. Gracie barks
endlessly at me, and she pees everywhere. Dixie barks endlessly at Gracie and,
quite frankly, starts fights. Buddy steals any and all food he can get his paws
on as evidenced by my back yard which is the graveyard for food I wasn’t fast
enough to put away. He’s the Houdini of food thieves.
So, I have kennels in the TV room that they all go to when I
leave the house. I also have kennels in the bedroom, because, wait for it, I’m
making them sleep in the kennels at night now. I will show them I am in charge
if it kills all of us. (Side note: yes, that is six kennels, plus one loaned
out to a friend and a spare. Can’t really explain how I have so many, but I do,
and it’s turning out to be convenient.)
I also borrowed my parents “dog barking” house… it’s a
device that when it hears the dogs barking emits a high pitched squeal people
can’t hear to make the dogs stop barking. I’m not totally certain it works, but
I’m trying.
Yesterday I left the house 3 or 4 times, and the dogs hit
their kennels each time. The treats seem to help with the process, but it was
nice to come home to the house being in the same condition as it was in when I
left.
Last night, I will admit I gave Gracie a Benadryl to help
with the “going to sleep” process. She can whine for a VERY LONG TIME and has when
I have put her in her kennel in the past. Amazingly enough, Dixie was the one
to whine softly in the night… luckily she gave it up after about 20 minutes.
These two operations are perhaps not best started on the same
day because Operation self-control requires a calm environment so that I don’t
want to eat the house empty and drink my way to poverty…on the other hand,
being in a battle of the wills with three dogs really requires a lot of energy…
and grapefruit juice if you know what I mean.
I probably need to do some more research to find ways to get
the dogs under control, but as they say, the first step is admitting you have a
problem, right? There is no doubt I have a problem. This place is mad chaos and
the dogs are running the asylum. It has to stop. They are making me insane.
Of course I don't fully have a plan worked out for the week days... I work waaayyyy too many hours to leave them in kennels all day, but it kinda defeats the whole thing if they are out making messes during the week. On the other hand, part of what I'm trying to do is just get them used to going in the kennels like normal dogs.
I’ll try to keep my act together remember to update the blog
with operation details… hahaha.
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