2018 – A Big Year for Lulu

2017 was a year of milestones for both me and Lulu.  Lulu ate out of a yogurt cup for the first time, and licked off a plate I held out to her – very tentatively, but it was a lick.  She is still terrified of kitchen utensils, such as knives or spoons, but is slowly developing into a phenomenal canine food beggar.  I unfortunately, gained another 20 pounds that pushed my over an unmentionable weight threshold.  Fortunately, in 2018, Lulu and I have begun both our journey back to health, and maybe not so fortunately, our continued development of begging skills.

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“What are you drinking?!!”

I kicked off 2018 with a 7 day cleanse, utilizing “Bosso” chicken and beef  broths.  I had read so many positive things about the broths.  They would heal my stomach (I have the worst digestive tract!), give me glossy locks (not sure this is possible if highlighted, but worth a try), and promote brain health (always a plus!), etc.  These were just a few of the claims all over the internet.  Most importantly though, I would kick start my weight loss program.

I’m on day five of the cleanse, and I’ve lost 7 pounds so far.  Sadly, friends and loved ones can’t just say “That is great!”  It always has to be “That is great, even if it is just water weight right now.”  Really?  Why can’t it just be “That is great!”  Lulu on the other hand has shown nothing but support.  She stays close as I both heat and drink the broths, providing continued support and constant engagement.

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“Really – I’m happy to help taste!”

As Lulu continues to fine tune her abilities to beg, I’m amazed at the intensity and focus she is developing.  I try to emulate this focus as I avoid solid foods, but I will admit I have occasionally relaxed.  I just could not drink only broth all day, and eat nothing solid.  I’ve supplemented lunch with a small salad and about 4 ounces of chicken.  This has satisfied the desire to chew something, and provided a more healthy balance I think.  I also throw in a few nuts, although I just read something about “lectins” that was disturbing, and will have to do a little more research.

I’m on day five (thank god!) and only have two days left.  I’m researching other more normal diets to follow after the cleanse, but they are all so confusing.  Lulu has recommended a high protein diet, claiming that vegetables and fruits are far overrated, but I’m more interested in something a little more balanced.  I also have high cholesterol, similar to Dad, so I have to take that into consideration.

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“I an all protein diet – maybe Atkins or Keto”

Anyway, we are off to a great start!  My goal is a loss of 50 pounds, and Lulu’s is to lick a fork.   I’ll update more regularly, as this Blogs holds me accountable.  It is also a nice outlet for the emotional roller coaster caused by hunger spikes.

Have a GREAT year everyone!

ACL

My powerful little dog has torn her ACL – at least that is what the vet “thinks” is the reason she leans slightly to one side to take her weight off her back leg.  Now, she always looks a little crooked when standing still, unless their is a small living creature in her line of sight.  When movement is sighted, all pain is forgotten.

It has been about a month since we were given her diagnosis, and Lulu is miserable.  She cannot go anywhere without being on a leash, and I honestly don’t understand why.  She has simply transferred her energy releases to the interior of the house, and turning sharp corners as she slides around the dining room table on hard wood floors at 20 MPH has GOT to have a more adverse effect on her ACL than trotting the fence line.

On top of all this, is the relationship stress.

“Are you taking her out?”

“It is raining.”

“It is your turn.”

“It’s raining.”

“She still has to go to the bathroom.”

“It is raining.  Just let her out. She does not run in the rain.”

At this point, the conversation often begins to escalate, because if it is not raining, then it is cold, or it is dark, or now that it is winter, cold, dark and raining.

“You are so lazy.  I’ll take her out!”

(silence)

“I can feel you staring at me.”

“Are you taking her out?”

“You just said you were taking her out.”

“OMG!”

“Fine, I’ll take her out.”

“Good, and hurry back.  I don’t want to leave the show on pause for 15 minutes.”

As we stand at the door staring out in to the yard, I lean over and clip on the leash.  I stand and look down at her as she looks up, a mild look of disgust on her face.

“This is what happens when a Republican dog is raised by a democrat,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her in a dog smile.”

“I HEARD THAT!”