Hey Bane, it's good to see you back! Thanks for the pics on the previous page - it's always good to see your front too.
Good to see you back Bane
You've been an inspiration to many of us and gave me some words of encouragement many moons ago.
Shit happens mate, but you just get up, dust yourself off and start again (as you are).
You've done it before and you'll be back there again in no time
If you're interested in my (very) occasional updates on how I'm working out and what I'm eating click here.
Thanks, man! I appreciate the nudge.
I didn't keep track of food on the weekend, but it was a good 80% deal. So-so foods were yam fries and a bowl of clam chowder on Saturday night, and a little popcorn on Sunday. I had a couple glasses of red wine on Friday and a couple last night. At least the clam chowder was packed with clam, shrimp, veggies, potatoes, and a bunch of other stuff. It was like 2 bowls worth of ingredients in one bowl. Awesome.
Long story short with the dog thing - breeder #1 with pups available immediately didn't work out. Out of 9 pups, 7 were spoken for and awesome little pups - bright, energetic, happy dogs. The 2 remaining ones - one would stand there and not move a muscle. Wouldn't warm up to us at all. Put her back in with her brothers and sisters, they'd just sit there like they were petrified. The other one had half-way as bad a temperament, plus this quarter sized open sore on the top of her head that she said was a little nick from something... and that it didn't feel like a tumor to her, but if our vet thought he should cut into it while she was out getting spayed, to scrape some scar tissue out, stitch it back, etc, she'd reimburse me. Uhh... no thanks.
Appt with breeder #2 was a complete 180 from the earlier experience. AWESOME mom and dad, small litter of 3, and we put a deposit down on a black male with a little bit of white on his chest. Gnarly little dude. He's named Otis, but that's not going to stay - wife and kids have other ideas. I wanted to name it Seven (think Seinfeld) or Dude. Those have both been vetoed by the family. Molson was also quickly quashed.
Oh well, 6 weeks to figure that out.
Man. Worry is sinking in. I should be able to rock this whole month out no problem. It's day 9 and I'm absolutely DYING to go into the pantry and rock that bag of rippled chips and some chip dip. Or the little frozen pizzas in the freezer. Ugh.
Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.
Don't do it!
oh and yay on the puppy
What? it's not weird, you're weird!