And the Winner is…


Since she can’t type very well, I’m posting this week’s results on her behalf.

“Mama and Papa are totally starving me. I have to make sure I’m around when they put the food in my bowl or I won’t get anything to eat. One time, Mama started picking up my bowl WHILE I WAS STILL EATING! In a panic, I tried to cram as much in my mouth as possible. Of course I had to put it all down on the floor to eat it. I was very glad I gobbled it up fast enough that Sister didn’t steal it when she walked through the kitchen after finishing her own bowl (MUCH LARGER bowl, I’ll have you know). Mama gave my bowl back after Sister was safely locked away in the den. I don’t know why she made me panic for no reason, but I made sure I finished my bowl FAST, in case she took it away again.”

  • Jason -1.0
  • Jenny -1.8
  • Daisey -2.5



Daisey on a Diet

I keep trying to tell her that it’s a lifestyle change, not a diet.

She just thinks we’re starving her.

Not too long ago, we took our older dog (she’s not really old, just older than the other at 6-1/2 years) to the vet because we were feeling lumps on one side both in her skin and underneath it. After a biopsy, followed by a surgery, she was diagnosed with mast cell tumors. While the growth was fully excised, due to the nature of mast cell tumors, we’re going to be checking her for lumps the rest of her life to stay ahead of it. When she went back in to have her stiches out, she also had her Annual Wellness Exam (referred to as AWE, now isn’t that sweet?) in which the vet pointed out the plaque on her teeth and her thickening middle. She said Daisey needed to lose a few pounds.

Now, the reason I’m talking about both her cancer and her weight in practically the same breath, is that it really made me think about another experience from about eleven years ago. I spoke about this in one of the first posts we made on our blog: The PINK Edition. My mom’s life was saved by the weight she had lost just prior to having her mammogram. If she hadn’t lost the weight, they wouldn’t have been able to get close enough to capture the lump in the image and they wouldn’t have caught her breast cancer in the very early stage that it was in. We were lucky with Daisey. Her tumor formed in her skin, so we could feel it pretty easily and so caught it at a stage I. Mast cell tumors can form under the skin, near vital organs, though. The next one could very easily not be in her skin.

Here’s a picture of Daisey taken last night:


As you can see, she’s not the chubbiest dog you’ve ever seen. However, to be a healthy dog, her tummy should tuck up more and while you certainly shouldn’t be able to see her ribs, you should be able to feel them when pressing in at her sides. You can’t. If I can’t feel her ribs, how am I going to be able to feel a dangerous lump in or near her belly?

We have been calling her “Chunky Monkey” for a few years now as an endearment, so obviously we had noticed, but in our eyes, it hadn’t gotten to the point of restricting her access to food until the vet said so. I was very loathe to do this. You see, for over six years, we had never had to have feeding times for our dogs (even our lab mix). They had always been so good at self-regulating. The food was always there, so they never felt they had to eat it all in case it was gone. They ate when hungry and always left plenty of food in the bowl. For the most part, this was a really healthy way for them to live. It became a habit though, and as Daisey got older, less active, lazy and letting the younger dog do all the “work” during playtime, she kept eating the same way she had when she was only two years old. Each spring less of her winter weight would melt away and it all accumulated around her middle and on her rump.

Sound familiar?

Daisey’s weight snuck up on her (and us) just like ours had done years ago. She used to bounce around between 28-32 lbs depending on if she had her winter weight on or not. This summer she clocked in at 39 lbs. On a 100lb human, that’s like gaining 30+ lbs. Over the course of a few years, it happens, and if it’s not addressed, it becomes 40, then 50, until you suddenly have to lose half your body weight to be healthy again. In a way, we’ve learned from our own mistakes. We don’t want this to get out of control for Daisey, so we’re helping her do something she really can’t do on her own.

We switched her to a healthier blend from the same brand we’ve been feeding her since she was a puppy and we’re giving her appropriate servings for her size with the aim of losing weight. Once she loses the weight, we’ll keep her on the same food, but switch to the “maintenance” serving sizes they recommend. So, even though she thinks we’re starving her, it really is lifestyle change.

It’s very simplified and there isn’t much variety (but when you’re a dog, do you really get much variety?) but it’s a lot like what we’re doing in our own weight loss journey. We’re switching to healthier foods with familiar flavors. We’re eating less with an eye towards weight loss. Then we’re going to keep eating those same foods for the rest of our lives in slightly different proportions to maintain.

We were on vacation for part of last week and ended up slightly off-plan for about a week. We tried to make healthier choices, but didn’t bother tracking. I was really focused on being as active as I could for part of our vacation to offset the lack of tracking, and managed this one our first full day of the vacation:


That’s a lot of green!

Coming back from being out of town it can be very difficult to know what to expect on the scale. The only thing you really hope for is to avoid a gain (or at least have it be a small one). Happily neither one of us gained at all:

  • Jason 0.0 stayed the same
  • Jenny -1.2

A little bit at a time, Daisey’s weight will come off. And a little bit at a time, so will ours. She isn’t magically going to be the lean little dog she was before and neither will we shed the pounds we’ve accumulated over the years overnight. It is a process, a journey, a lifelong shift in perspective and habit. Sometimes we lose, sometimes we don’t, but overall we are (all three) going in the right direction.


Progress, not Perfection

Ok, so we both had small gains this week. Jenny +0.8; Jason +0.2

I’m not crushed.

We both expected gains, especially since we had an indulgent lunch yesterday and as per usual (at least lately) we haven’t been very diligent about tracking our daily points. It certainly doesn’t feel good to have a gain, but a quote from the weekly brochure puts it into perspective:

At times, I’ve seen a gain on the scale and felt awful, and then overeaten to soothe the feeling. Now I’m aiming for progress, not perfection.

Back in November, I posted about how Jason and I together had lost the weight of our dog. Now, I’ve lost that much on my own. You can see a picture of her here along with the new puppy, Sophie.

Now Daisey might look a little on the chunky side, but I promise the girl is solid muscle, so she actually weighs more than it looks like she does. She weighs over 30 lbs and I’ve lost over 30 lbs. All I have to do when I need a reminder of my progress is pick her up.

I have a lot to lose. In order to reach a healthy weight range, I have to lose over 175 lbs, which is more than half my initial weight. That’s a long way to go and sometimes I get discouraged thinking of all the work I have to do.

But then I remember something important… where I’ve been.

Even if you have to lose 175 lbs, you can’t lose 30 and not see or feel a difference. I have made progress and it has been positive. I can’t let a setback of a small gain make me give up or I’ll undo everything I’ve done. I’m not perfect. I don’t plan my day perfectly with perfect meals.

But I have made progress… a lot of it.

Who Let the Dogs Out!?

As you know if you’ve read our post from last night, Jenny and I have lost more weight combined than our dog currently weighs.

It really puts things inter perspective when you can pick up your dog and say to yourself, “Wow, we’ve lost more than this? We really have been making progress!”

And that, my friends, deserves and achivement:

And remember, for any of you who’ve felt inspired to take some action to improve your own life, we’re here to help celebrate your successes to. If you have anything you feel you’ve achieved and would like for us to create an achievement for you as well, send us an email or leave us a comment here and we’ll be happy to celebrate with you!

We’ve LOST Our Dog!

Three and a half years ago, we saved our Daisey from being put down at the local Humane Society. We had been talking about getting a dog (our first pet as a married couple) for a while before I went looking for one. Jason’s grandmother was looking for a dog at the time, so I tagged along to help her and get an idea of what dogs might be available. I didn’t find a dog that day, but she did. Within two weeks I was back to looking. Jason was adamant that he wanted a puppy that would bond with us better than an adult dog and would be easier to train. I wasn’t looking forward to housebreaking a puppy, but I agreed with him anyway.

My mother, on the other hand, really didn’t think we were ready to care for a dog. So she came with me on the day I found Daisey to be my “voice of reason” and prevent me from choosing a dog that day. She wanted me to think about it a couple of days before moving ahead. Slightly irritated with her lack of confidence, but happy to have her with me, we (along with some of Jason’s family) proceeded to look for a puppy.

Our puppy had to meet very specific criteria:

  • Be a girl.
  • Not be yappy.
  • Be small enough that we wouldn’t mind her inside or on the furniture (read: “mama’s” lap).
  • Be big enough that she could wrestle with “daddy”.
  • Be cute (of course!).

I think I went looking on a Friday, so Jason ended up having to work and he had to just trust me to pick a good dog. It’s a good thing he trusts me, right?

We checked at a shelter first, one where they don’t kill any animals for failing to be adopted. A few sweet looking dogs, but no puppies. We had to look elsewhere. The next stop (which is pretty much the only other place here) was the Humane Society. The Humane Society was a lat larger facility than the shelter we started at so we divided to conquer. I started with the puppies section and found a couple of litters. The first was a group of shepherds (remember what I said about needing to stay fairly small?) followed by a group of chihuahua (and not be yappy?) and then a bunch of empty kennels.

So, I moved on to the female dog section, hoping for at least a young dog if not a little puppy. Most were either too big, too small or barked their heads off at me. I started to feel like Goldilocks. There were also a lot of empty kennels and I was beginning to wonder if I would have to wait another few weeks, or settle for a dog that would only kind of fit what we were looking for.

That’s when Jason’s brother, Chad, came up to me and said, “Hey Jenny, come see this one.” I followed him past the official section of female dogs to an unmarked aisle. In a kennel all by herself was a little white dog with black markings. She was curled up in a tiny ball and peeked at us with sad little eyes before looking away. It almost broke my heart.

Unlike most of the other kennels, this one wasn’t marked with either the breed or approximate age of the puppy, so I sent Chad to go find someone that could tell us more about her. I stayed and watched her while he was gone, trying to get her to respond. In the movies, choosing a dog is always so clear cut. You look at a wriggling pile of puppies and your special one tumbles out of the heap and bounds toward you with tail wagging. This puppy wasn’t like that. She looked a little forlorn and confused… and she needed us more than any other dog in the place.

It didn’t take long for one of the workers to come. I told him that I wanted to know more about her. What breed was she? How old? He didn’t know, but got her out of the kennel to take her up to the office to see if they had any information on her. On the way up, he told us that she was already supposed to have been put down. The rest of her litter had been adopted, but she had passed her five adoptable days and was supposed to be dead. I decided before I even reached the office that she wouldn’t have that fate. This was a life I really could save.

But I had to get her past my mom…

…and so I asked my mom to hold her while I filled out paperwork.

Wouldn’t it work on you too?

It was pretty much a done deal. Jason trusted me to find a dog that would suit us. We had to leave her there because according to Humane Society bylaws, she had to be spayed before we could bring her home. I picked her up the very next day and she’s been part of our family ever since.

And now we’ve LOST her!

Perhaps I should rephrase that… We’ve LOST our dog’s weight!!!

At her first vet visit (poor thing had kennel cough!) she weighed in at just shy of five pounds. Three and a half years later, she’s 34 pounds plus a tiny bit more. As of today, Jason and I have lost more than our dog weighs at a total of 36.2 lbs! Jason lost 1.4 and Jenny lost 1.6.

And as you can see, Daisey is safe, happy and healthy. She’s our baby-girl.