Still Polly

It went something like this. PLUS four tenths of a pound!? Ugh! That's it. I'm done. Why do I bother? What's the point? Why torment myself with the scale? Nearly half a pound. By tonight it will be more. I suppose I could try harder. Work out more. Eat less. I've done it before. Of course that was before cancer. It's hard, but it's worth it. Determination. Discipline. It's good for you. But I'm not going to stop using half and half. I mean really what is the point of coffee if I don't enjoy it? I have been limiting dairy. Less cheese is good. How much less can I eat at each meal? Less red meat. Maybe intermittent fasting. Okay, okay. How much do you want me to weigh, God? I'll work on weighing whatever you want me to weigh, as long as it's less than this. Cause you can't want me to weigh what I do now. Right? Hello? Why do I care? After all, I'm not young anymore. Maybe it's a privilege of age to put on a few pounds a...

Have I told you about my dog, Riley? Riley and I have a very specific, detailed, morning routine. It starts with the alarm at 4:30 am. Sometimes I hit snooze, but I'm usually out of bed by 4:45. We go downstairs and I take a couple of vitamins and get the coffee going, then I bundle up and take him outside. When he's done his business, he comes flying back to me and we go inside. I pour a cup of coffee, grab exactly two Canine Carryout treats, and go in the living room. If I forget the treats, I am reminded as soon as I sit down. His little eyebrows go up and he looks at me sideways. "Oh yeah,." The next part is called "tricks for treats." He goes in a circle, gets a treat. He rolls over, gets a treat. High five, treat. Shake hands, treat. And various others in his repertoire. I mix it up day to day just to keep him on his toes. Combo moves get extra treats. When they're all gone, I sit down and he heads back up the stairs to the bedroom. Her...