Whoops I did it again!

Another 2 pounds has left the building! Yep! That's right folks 11.2 pounds gone! GONE! Off me, into thin air...THIN AIR! Yes, it's gone. I'm looking like those kids who can't seem to find a pair of pants that will stay on their asses. You know the ones. They run from the cops, but don't get too far cause their pants fall off and around their ankles and trip them up.
I LOVE THIS!

Meet Max

This is Max. He is a two year old Lab/Heeler mix. He's a goofy dog. I met him at work. At work we call him Counter Dog. He would come into the store with his dad and make a bee-line for the service counter and put his front paws on the counter and demand his "cookie". We give cookies to all the dogs that come in...they all know this!
Max made some mistakes in the recent past which made his dad have to make a decision. Not a good decision either. He either had to have Max put to sleep or find him a home where he couldn't make these mistakes. He was nipping at small children, even the owner's small children.
Max is a sweetheart! Max is also a heeler. Which means anything he thinks he should herd, is to be nipped in the heels until it goes in the direction that Max wants it to go. Children don't understand this. A lot of adults don't understand this, so Max has been touted as a biter. And yes, he is. He bit at us when I brought him home. I understand most breeds and their reactions to situations, so I understand why he bites. He bit us because he was plunged into a situation that made him nervous and he had to protect himself. What I noticed though is that he never really bit down. He mouthed us, let us know that he wasn't comfortable. He didn't even leave a mark!
I am trying Max out in my house. I don't want to see him put to sleep. I've had heelers in the past and I understand their psyche, so I know what to do and how loud or softly to do it. So far he is fine.
Ahem, if you think that living on his dad's time schedule is fine. His dad's schedule is up at 4AM! Two mornings in a row...I get this feeling in my sleep that I am being watched. Then I hear growling. I open my eyes and there is Max telling me his alarm has gone off, and there is no snooze button! It's cute now, I don't know that it will be as cute in say, a week, or even tomorrow morning.
Of course there are always little quirks and things that dogs do in one home that are not great in another. He was never collared or leashed before. I will not let the dogs out the front door without both on, Max doesn't like the collar and leash. (Although I do have the collar on him and he is understanding that it is standard uniform here.)
We'll see. OD has just taken Max and Tootsie out for a walk. She has always been good at taking the dogs out for me. I can't walk a lot, so this works for both of us. It works out well for the dogs too. We'll see how it goes when she gets back.
At least I am thinking that if Max works out here, Tootsie won't be so depressed. She has been since Dante was put to sleep. Hopefully Max will kind of fit the bill!

Looky! Looky! -------->--------->

Another 3 pounds gone by the wayside! This has been a challenging week for me as far as getting all the food I need to eat. Simply because there were a few days that I looked at food as something I didn't want. I wanted my dog back instead.
Then there was the tempting foods. My YD bought everybody Taco Bell the day we had to put Dante to sleep, because she was getting him a bean burrito, and couldn't go to the house with Taco Bell without bringing some for her sisters. She told me she was doing that, and I guess it was a good thing at work cause Taco Bell would have made me feel real good right about then. I thought I would just stop on my way home from the vets. On my way home I decided I just wanted to be home, with my other dog.
The other two girls have since brought chips in a couple of different types and left their partially eaten bags right under my nose. Of course, I ate some, but since they weren't my bags, I only ate a few.
I also measured my hips, waist, etc. Lost two inches on my thighs, 1.5 inches on my arms, waist and hips. Nothing on the boobs. (oh well!) I embarrassed my OD by pulling my jeans off in the front room without unzipping them! According to her, I'm just weird! No, I am just proud that I could do that. Of course, I won't be showing anyone else that new trick!
So far, I haven't felt malnourished or anything. I don't have the feeling of being deprived either. I eat basically want I want, and just account for it. That's all.
I know in the future this won't be this simple, but for now I am learning what I need to have in the house, and what I don't want in the house. We are experimenting with different recipes from WeightWatchers, so that we can have some variety. It's fun most days!

R.I.P. Dante

I had to put my big guy down today. He stopped eating on Thursday. His health had been failing. The trip to Clearlake (where he came from)for the weekend was hard on him. But he did go in his water, not swimming though, he just stood there. That is when I knew that life was just not good anymore, he didn't even get excited about the ball being thrown for him to swim after.
I am going to miss him so much. He has been my solid rock for ten years. He has kept the bad guys at bay. He has been a constant loving companion.
We buried him in the backyard, next to his kitten that died a few years ago. His passing was easy and peaceful. For that I am grateful.
There's a big gaping hole in my heart, but filled with gratitude for the Vet and the Technician who made it so easy for us to do this.

Another one bites the dust.

Lost one more pound. YaY! Apparently, it came off my face, that's the comments I get about that.

Dude, I'm losing it!

Supposedly after I left work Sunday, rumors started around the store that me and the wonder co-worker were sent home because we couldn't get along. I just laughed at everyone when they came up to me today asking, "What happened?!?" Excuse me...I am 57years old, since when do women my age get sent home for behavior problems? Wait, don't answer that. It turns out that wonder co-worker got into it with the other "experienced" employee (a.k.a. over 50 years old) He literally told her to put a sock in it. She got all butt hurt and went crying to the manager. The manager told me today that wonder co-worker said that EVERYONE was being mean to her and she couldn't handle it anymore. I say there was probably a good sale on somewhere that she didn't want to miss. Or she had homework due Monday that she didn't get finished. It had nothing to do with us telling her about her mouth. Or it may have had everything to do with it. Who knows? I just know that she wasn't there today and it was peace and quiet and we all got a lot of happy work done. Together. As a team.
So the big news!!!
I went to my first weigh in after the first week. (Trumpets sounding..dun dun da da)
FIVE POUNDS LOST!!! 5.2 pounds to be exact. I'm so very happy. I will keep it up this week. I know I probably won't lose that much again, but every ounce off is that much closer to freedom for me. Freedom from the fat, freedom from the high blood pressure, freedom from foot pain hopefully. YAY!
I struggled to drink all my fluids, I forgot my vitamin five out of the seven days, I ate a Snickers Bar and some Pringles. But I did count them in, so it was all okay. The best thing I found out is that I tend to think I want to eat and I forced myself to wait to see if I was really hungry before shoving something in my mouth. I also would just get up and get a drink of water before I would eat. That killed two birds with one stone. I got my liquid and I quelled the "hunger" most times.
All in all I am quite happy this week!
What are you happy about this week?

There's nothing today.

Nothing much to write about. I left work early Sunday cause my foot hurt and I couldn't stay there with one of the bitches that thinks she knows more than anyone, and telling ME how to do something...ME! In front of customers, without being asked for help. (the computers were giving everyone problems. I just asked the manager for a step that I needed to do to make the damned thing move forward) N.E.WAY I figured that I was hurting, and she gave me more pain, so I went upstairs when I finally gave the customer the receipt he needed to leave the store, and told the manager that I was leaving and officially asking for someone to tell the co-worker to put a sock in it before I do. Cause when I do it's isn't going to be pretty. Not at all.
Yesterday OD and I went to San Mateo. To a K Mart. She wanted some wife beater type t"s that she could tie dye. Only K Mart had them. I bought towels, a few tubs for storage, and a new bra. Yippee!
Last night I cut out the material for a purse. I got the pattern from Anna Maria she's got some really cute patterns. She designs materials, and writes books as well as loving her six children and husband. You should go and take a look at her blog. She is just the sweetest person!
Today, I sewed up that purse...it not as much a purse as it is a ginormous bag to carry everything you will ever need in a day. I will post pictures of mine when I can take a picture of it...like when it's lighter out. The bag is called a MultiTasker.
Anyway, that's all I've got. For now. Actually I managed to ramble on quite a bit, didn't I?!?