New Regime
Wednesday, 5 July 2023 10:51![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, with the parents out of town, I have a new, brutal regime.
It's just the 4th day, and I'm tired already.
Everything's pretty much the same basically, but every day over lunch, I have to rush back home to check on the dogs. On the days that the cleaner comes, it is to make sure Frankie doesn't maul the vacuum cleaner (he particularly hates it when we unplug it and then press the button that curls the power cord back into the machine?). And cleaner or no, I also need to let Max have his mid-day water and mid-day pee. Then I rush back to work, get a sandwich on the way.
At night, I rush back home and feed them, prepare my own dinner, then wash the dog dishes and prepare their next day dinner (this reminds me I have to defrost and cook chicken tonight).
Oh, and surprise, surprise, guess what?
Before the dogs would make a fuss and be choosy on what they eat and refuse food then Dad goes all scheisse and schreiklich and complains and has to get snacks for the dogs?
With me, the plates are all polished clean. Every. Single. Meal.
No need for snacks. The dogs know.
It's still early and I don't have a trend yet, but I weighed myself this morning and the number went down again (finally!). Yesssssssssss. Just 5KG more and I will reach my target weight. Planning my own 3 meals does help!
It's just the 4th day, and I'm tired already.
Everything's pretty much the same basically, but every day over lunch, I have to rush back home to check on the dogs. On the days that the cleaner comes, it is to make sure Frankie doesn't maul the vacuum cleaner (he particularly hates it when we unplug it and then press the button that curls the power cord back into the machine?). And cleaner or no, I also need to let Max have his mid-day water and mid-day pee. Then I rush back to work, get a sandwich on the way.
At night, I rush back home and feed them, prepare my own dinner, then wash the dog dishes and prepare their next day dinner (this reminds me I have to defrost and cook chicken tonight).
Oh, and surprise, surprise, guess what?
Before the dogs would make a fuss and be choosy on what they eat and refuse food then Dad goes all scheisse and schreiklich and complains and has to get snacks for the dogs?
With me, the plates are all polished clean. Every. Single. Meal.
No need for snacks. The dogs know.
It's still early and I don't have a trend yet, but I weighed myself this morning and the number went down again (finally!). Yesssssssssss. Just 5KG more and I will reach my target weight. Planning my own 3 meals does help!