Good foot
I stepped on the scale this morning and realized I've gained back 9 of the 35 pounds I worked so hard to lose. I'm so pissed off with myself and all my excuses are just that: excuses. I've been working long hours and traveling and it's just been easier to eat whatever is handy instead of what's good for me. And exercise! HA! But I'm stopping the backsliding here and now. I refuse to go into a double digit gain!
So The Saint and I had a heart to heart last night while I was packing my breakfast and lunch for today. He's so supportive and absolutely willing to help out around the house so I have time to do what I need to do. Actually what he said is "What can I do to get you off on the good foot?"
What he meant, of course, was the "right foot" but he is the prince of malapropisms. He learned at the knee of the queen, my mother-in-law.
So I've recommitted, I'm not looking back and I will only move forward.
On an unrelated topic, we had a beautiful deer in our backyard last night and she freaked the hell out of my cats. I was in our bedroom trying to figure out what I could wear to work today since everything I own is dirty or at the cleaners, when Ronan came up the stairs. He was running very low to the ground, a sure sign something is up, and as he sprinted by me on the way into my bathroom, I noticed that the fur on his back was standing up, another sure sign something is amiss.
Bailey was right behind him and her tail was puffed up. And then Devlin sounded the alarm. He howls, sort of like a dog, in times of distress: when strange animals are in the yard, when his food dish is empty, when the doorbell rings, etc. The only one seemingly unaffected by a huge deer in the backyard was Riley and normally he is the biggest chicken and the first to hide.
So The Saint and I headed downstairs to see what was going on and there was the doe. She really was beautiful, standing there still and silent, checking out the neighborhood. She hung out in our backyard for about five mintues and then suddenly snorted, pawed the ground and took off.
Poor Ronan was freaked out all night. He refused to go anywhere near the side of the house that looks out on the backyard. It reminds me of when Bailey saw a coyote in our yard last year. Poor little girlie was a wreck for two days!
So The Saint and I had a heart to heart last night while I was packing my breakfast and lunch for today. He's so supportive and absolutely willing to help out around the house so I have time to do what I need to do. Actually what he said is "What can I do to get you off on the good foot?"
What he meant, of course, was the "right foot" but he is the prince of malapropisms. He learned at the knee of the queen, my mother-in-law.
So I've recommitted, I'm not looking back and I will only move forward.
On an unrelated topic, we had a beautiful deer in our backyard last night and she freaked the hell out of my cats. I was in our bedroom trying to figure out what I could wear to work today since everything I own is dirty or at the cleaners, when Ronan came up the stairs. He was running very low to the ground, a sure sign something is up, and as he sprinted by me on the way into my bathroom, I noticed that the fur on his back was standing up, another sure sign something is amiss.
Bailey was right behind him and her tail was puffed up. And then Devlin sounded the alarm. He howls, sort of like a dog, in times of distress: when strange animals are in the yard, when his food dish is empty, when the doorbell rings, etc. The only one seemingly unaffected by a huge deer in the backyard was Riley and normally he is the biggest chicken and the first to hide.
So The Saint and I headed downstairs to see what was going on and there was the doe. She really was beautiful, standing there still and silent, checking out the neighborhood. She hung out in our backyard for about five mintues and then suddenly snorted, pawed the ground and took off.
Poor Ronan was freaked out all night. He refused to go anywhere near the side of the house that looks out on the backyard. It reminds me of when Bailey saw a coyote in our yard last year. Poor little girlie was a wreck for two days!
posted by Nichole @ 5:40 AM
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