I have this impulsive side. Not sure where I got it. I am definitely not ADHD, although a few situations may indicate otherwise. I was checking out my facebook stuff the other day. I am a member of a few different groups involving our base, one being about pet adoption. Chris and I go back and forth all the time about getting a dog. We loved having a dog. I just didn't quite like the shedding and throw in the fact that we'd be toting that poor thing around the world, it just didn't seem so fair. We have to hold ourselves back and listen to our voice of reason repeatedly. One of us generally plays the role of the sanity. However, a poor, lowly airman needed a place for her 2 dogs while she went home to the States for a month! Perfect opportunity to get our doggie fix and probably remind ourselves that our lifestyle is not condusive for a pet at this point. Ha. The two dogs arrived yesterday. The kids are beyond THRILLED! Mya claimed her dog (the little, jack russel terrier--named Bandit) and Claire claimed hers (the bigger, 6 mo. old Doberman--named Cane). Chris and I are going nuts. That poor puppy is not crate trained! Who would have thought that after 6 months that poor baby wouldn't be trained? The owner even told us they sleep in their kennels. Who is she kidding? It is clear they do not--until now! I have caught myself laughing out loud because of this experience. It is freakin funny. The dog cried most of the night. Chris moved their kennels three times in our huge house until they finally ended up in our bedroom. Everytime that dog moved or adjusted his body, I heard it. It was one. long. night. That being said, I woke up Claire and told her that the dogs were awake. She popped right out of bed with a big grin on her face. It suddenly made our misery much less. Chris is convinced the owner has dumped them off for good. She is heading to England after her return from her trip. England has strict quaranteen rules, which cost quite alot in addition to the fare to transport them. I just hope, she returns for these dogs. I suggested Chris start asking for interested parties ;) He suggested we begin training them in the event that they are ours forever! Ha. I don't think so. Again I laugh. Only us. On a positive note--I have yet to see dog hair on my floors and neither barks, but they are good whiners ;)
Yes, indeeedy do. 0.0 is exactly the amount of weight I lost this week. Irritating! Here's the breakdown: number of times I cheated on my diet--ZERO! number of times I worked out--FIVE!! (running, no less). Now that is a mean, mean slap in the face. After I picked myself off the floor and resisted the urge to throw the scale through my window, I've come to realize that it is time to call in the big guns. There will be no messing around. Through a very valuable (HA!--sense the sarcasm) inservice this year, I've learned that I am "Green," meaning logical, research based, problem solver, mathmatical thinker. I am applying the same thought and strategy to my 'get fit' adventure. There will be no relying on the treadmill to tell me how much I've burned. That thing lies, LIES, LIES!! Take for example, the fact that each time I worked out, I burned at least 300 calories--most often 350, my pulse was around 87 (which is pretty much a near death resting ...
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