Mysterious Dog Injury

I came home Friday night to find my Great Dane in bed with my husband. While this is not completely out of the ordinary, the fact that his foot was bleeding all over my pretty bedspread was. He had an almost two inch gash in paw that definitely needed stitches. We were at the vet the next morning when they opened the doors and almost $300 later, I have a stitched up dog at home that won't leave his bandages alone. I can't hold him down long enough to get the e-collar on him, which means I will be wrestling him down to wrap his paw every time he decides he sick of the bandages. It's still a mystery as to how he cut his paw open. No blood trail or evidence anywhere in the house or backyard. Guess we'll never know!

I Loathe the Grocery Bag

Because it represents a great source of frustration for me on a daily basis.

I have a picky husband and son. They don't eat vegetables voluntarily. My almost nine year old son will not touch anything with multiple distinguishable ingredients mixed together. This means no soup, stew, stir fry, and definitely no casseroles. These picky habits make for a pretty boring meal plan. We tend to eat the same few meals over and over and over. How much fun is that?

Also, I have a love affair with salt and sugar. Some days I crave potato chips and crackers. Others I crave ANYTHING sweet! Cookies, candy (particularly leftover Halloween candy I have hidden in various places), and especially ice cream. I have little self-control when it comes to eating. After bedtime is the worst. I'm a night owl and no one else is around to see me snacking. While I am not fat, I could stand to lose a few pounds.

Therefore, I hate grocery shopping! It sucks. Plain and simple.

Over the next few months, I am going to try to transform my family's eating habits while I get is shape. Lofty goal, I know. But I am going to give it a try. Wish me luck!