Auntie Anxiety

And Charles plans to lose the weight by himself, on his own timeline, but he’s going to show Dr. Now and make him eat his words (heh).

This is going well. What happened to “I’ll do whatever it takes?”

Preach it, Doc.

Dr. Now misplaced his magic wand, Charles.

Protein shakes. Probably loaded it’s sugar.

Stuff a Kong with whatever your dog likes and freeze it.

Yes. Vet thinks she could lose about 10 pounds. She’s lost a few pounds already, enough for me to notice. She wasn’t obese, just thick. Now I can feel her ribs and she has a waistline.

Charles complains about not having enough food in 3….2…..1

Tonight I poured the water from my can of tuna onto my dog’s dinner of 1/2 cup of low calorie kibble and about 3/4 cooked veggie medley (she’s partial to the California combo of carrots, cauliflower, zucchini, yellow squash and broccoli). She scarfed that dinner down! See, Charles, you can make a tasty meal if you want to.

That’s a rhetorical question, yes?

Why do I have a feeling that Charles is just another hopeless case?

Dr. Now (skeptically): We’ll see how that goes.

Dr. Now is getting snarky. I love it.

I’m going to work “I don’t know what I remember” into a conversation this week, if I actually talk to anyone.

These folks don’t even know what a vegetable is. And boneless chicken? Who ever heard of such a thing!

You’re kidding, right?

A higher power? How about Dr. Paradise?

He needs sugar, y’all. I shouldn’t talk. I bought syrup yesterday because I am dying for an egg cream.

Soda is the first thing on the list. Not a good sishuasion.

I don’t see a napkin. Thus he wiped his hands on his shorts.

I sit in front of the tv and yell at it. Does that make me a sick person?

My eating habit tonight was 3/4 of a tuna sandwich, about to potato chips and half a can of root beer.

Is that a full dozen of eggs? Oy.

No yippy dogs but it looks like numerous cats?

I’d love a caretaker. But I don’t like having anyone around here, so never mind.