Pedagogic Piñata

Tomorrow is my doctor appointment with Dr. Crabby. He wanted me to lose 20 lbs since my last appointment. I've hit 30 lbs since I last saw him for a total of 51 lbs since June 15th, surgery date. Dr. C probably won't bat an eye at the loss though I've been productive (and proud) by primarily consuming medical grade, whey protein isolate along with meat protein.


I'm rooting through samples I ordered prior to surgery and am attempting to use them as much as possible before purchasing more protein. Otherwise I look like a protein sample hoarder on top of already suspecting myself of being any kind of random thing hoarder. Occasionally I'll add a piece of lettuce to my menu. I've also been adding spinach back into my morning protein drink which works well. Today's drink was Bariatric Advantage chocolate sans spinach which tasted much the way baby barf smells. I'm grateful this was only a sample and not a $80.00 jug.


I've eaten a few tomatoes that tasted like heaven or candy or chocolate cake or the best thing I've eaten in years; tiny, home-grown lovelies. I ate a nectarine, and the peaches this year are out of this world, flavor-filled. Take my word for it. Go buy a peach and hoard it all to yourself. You'll be glad you did.

Bella 08/30/10

Bella and I went to obedience school last Saturday where we learned a few things though not in a timely enough fashion for my brother-in-law who is 100% positive that I'm an idiot, and that Bella is a idiot, and that we are jointly taking idiot lessons for one hour every weekend because nothing Bella's doing is well-behaved enough for him (aka Cesar Millan) and I'm not a pack leader and doing things wrong, doncha know?


On Saturday I learned that these trainers use a lot of treats to get dogs to do what the trainers want them to do. Which got me to thinking and wondering if that's how I treated my own kids (when they were puppies) (which I'm sure it was) and if this is how I was treated by my mom, which I'm not so sure of because I don't remember a thing from my childhood except falling off a bike a bajillion times, my friend Becky who's mom ran a hair salon out of their house, my sister diving off the bed probably to get to a meal and ripping open her thigh.  (Some people will do anything for attention.), attending Bascom Avenue Elementary school as a kindergartner before the powers that be mowed my alma mater down and replaced it with San Jose City College, and those scummy little Porter kids who ate pill bugs for shits and giggles.


I'm not sure this is the best way to train anything -- by stuffing it's belly full of treats to get it to function -- lord knows it never worked on me! 


I'm glad we moved out of that 'hood with which I grew to the ripe ole age of 5, though I'm not sure how old I was when I finally stopped stuffing feeding myself full of treats for doing good (any?) deeds. I believe it was somewhere around June 15th, 2010.