
Every morning it seems I wake up to a gift from my cat, Garfunkle.
He doesn’t seem to understand I’m a city girl and would much rather prefer chocolate.
This seems to happen more often when my husband is out of town. I have to do a critter check before I even have my coffee.
Gafunkle and he are very close, and I think the cat fears he won’t be back to give him his special face rub every evening. I’ve tried doing it to him, but it doesn’t have the same effect. I’m beginning to think these ‘gifts’ are bribes, trying to entice me to make the man come home sooner.
Each morning I awake to find either a dead mouse in the kitchen (under my seat at the table), a dead bird in the living room (does he think he’s helping me decorate?), a dead mole in the bathroom (which in the dark looks completely like something else, we won’t go there) or a dead chipmunk in the dining room.
Sometimes I think he brings them in as friends he wants to play with, although the not-dead-yet and crazed Alvin running all over the house probably doesn’t think its much fun.
I also wonder if he thinks he’s helping me with my new weight loss program. Four weeks in and I’ve lost 2 pounds. It’s discouraging, but I’ve been told that its not uncommon to lose slowly in the beginning. I shall persevere, with the help of my friends and you, dear reader. Someone called me while I was on vacation last week and when I told him I was in a restaurant he screamed “WHAT ARE YOU EATING!!??” It was enough to push away the chocolate cake I was sharing with my sister. So your prodding does work.
I’ve also learned some of the tricks to this. My “weigh-in” day is on a Monday evening, so I don’t eat dinner until afterwards. I’m not sure what they would think about the pizza I scarf down immediately after. The cakes they sell are delicious but are tiny, so I eat three of them at a sitting. Found out that’s a big no-no.
But I am learning how to portion my meals and to eat what is healthier and that’s what this is really all about.
Did you know they have diet beer? Yup, it tastes like it sounds.
I think I’d rather try the bird in the kitchen.
Here's a little tune to make you smile
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