The last time we took Molly to the vet they told us that she was five to ten pounds overweight. Their instructions were to feed her a quarter less food every day. Apparently we were overfeeding our dog. I mean, we overfeed ourselves so it would stand to reason that we do the same to our pet whether we realized it or not. So when we came home I promptly began decreasing her food. Low and behold she dropped what I'm assuming is five pounds or so in what seemed like a week.
Can you imagine? What if? What if there was just some magical being somewhere that automatically reduced your food intake because you were a little overweight and then the "problem" was solved in a matter of days? I found myself envying my dog. I mean, don't get me wrong. She walks around this house like she might eat a paper clip if it fell on the floor. I dropped a very small piece of lettuce today and she devoured it like it was the biggest doggie biscuit made at Petsmart. While I envy the fact that her weight loss is so manageable and matter of fact, I do not envy the longing desire to eat that has now taken over her mind.
At the end of the day would I take her weight loss program over mine? Well, since mine is non-existent and hers has a 100% success rate, HELL YES I WOULD.
When my oldest son grabbed a sandwich out of my hands one day, when I was feeling very under the weather (he was in college) and said, "Carbs aren't good for you, Mom. I'm just trying to help." I got really mad! I was too sick to let him know. My husband had to make me another sandwich when he came home from work.
ReplyDeleteThere's a difference in having a cook in charge of presenting you with low cal fixin's and someone just making that decision for you without consulting.
It's certainly made me think about which of my son's I want to have making health-care decisions when I'm 102 - it definitely will not be the son who won't let me eat what I want - LOL