If you occasionally need to dole out an insult, it's OK to call your dog a "son-of-a-bitch." It's not only reaffirming that he does indeed have a mother, it's a way of calming your nerves after you've tripped over his toys which he always places right in front of the stove. EVERY. DANG. DAY.
What am I eating these days? Do you really want to know? Because it looks like this:
I'm back on the South Beach diet and have lost 13 pounds in one month. I am slowly incorporating grains back into my menu at this point and I find that when I stay away from wheat and oats, I'm more able to control my hunger. This particular recipe uses barley and can be found here. I made a few changes, like subbing turkey breast for ground beef and I didn't use zucchini, but I think you'll be able to get the general idea. And for those of you who remember that I'm not a fruit lover, you might be pleased to find out that I'm forming a new attitude by selecting fruits that aren't so sweet..... blackberries, blueberries, Granny Smith apples, etc.
ELEVEN months today. Anyone remember what happened to me? You'll get extra credit and a huge HUG if you remember.
And last, but certainly not least, a few photos of the buster boy, Gavin. Not flattering at all, but it's all part of the journal journey, right?
And some sweet Halloween pictures just to let you know he's still Grandma's little pumpkin.
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