The housemate's fiance came down for the weekend, so we had a full house, which made my girl very happy. My girl being one of my two dogs, the other being my boy.
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| The black and white Bernese Mtn dog is my boy, Levi; the brindle mastiff is my girl. Ain't they sweet? |
See, my girl (her name is Grendl... after the monster in Beowulf... she came with the name) is a rescue dog. I took her in after one of her previous owners was killed in a motorcycle accident. She was owned by a married couple, but was apparently a total daddy's girl, because she has a definite preference for men over women. She looooooves men. Seriously, she's a big old slut for testosterone, and since she now lives with two women, she gets a big ol' happy on when H's fiance's comes to stay. She fawns over him. It's almost a little pathetic. Anyway, the weekend visit made her happy (as well as H, since she's kinda in love with the guy), and H (the housemate and my bff) and D (the fiance) were very considerate in eating out at times when they needed food I couldn't handle. Like pizza. The bastards.
They also humored me on Saturday night when I needed Mexican. Stat. They took me to a chain restaurant and paid no attention while I broke my 5 tortilla chips into teeny tiny pieces that I ate in teeny tiny nibbles. Nor did they make any comment when I ate only 1 of the miniature chicken tacos that came in my order. Of course, since we all ended up taking part of our meals home, I guess I didn't stand out too much. It was my first time having dinner at a restaurant since being banded, and I have to say it made me feel really human to be able to go out to eat and order off a menu and eat like a normal person. I think I had some fear that being banded would turn me into some sort of mutant who would be stared at and ridiculed by the public at large. But really, I'm just a chick who eats slow, and I can live with that. Plus, Mexican food is yummy, and I wanted it bad, so everything worked out well and it all fit into my calorie goal for they day.
Today, I'm back at work. Except that since I work for myself, from home, I'm pretty much back at... cruising the internet, reading blogs, and skimming the LBT forums. Then later, I have to go to the feed store and the barn where I board my horse so that he doesn't run out of grain. Did I mention I'm that crazy lady with 9000 pets? Because I am. Or I will be. I'm at least off to a decent start.
Anyway, that's my plan for the day. With luck, I can do it all and still manage to work my band and live according to the rules of my new life. We'll see how that goes.
So, ta! Have a wonderful and wicked day, my friends!
Love,
the 'Shroom
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