A little more than three weeks into my #fitat50 challenge and I’m beginning to realize just how difficult it is to lose weight as you get older. In my 30s and even early 40s, I think I could have easily lost 5 pounds in three weeks. Not so these days. Continue reading →
Chloe keeps a close eye on the food in case I drop – or want to share – my supper.
Supper tonight was another begfest for poor dog Chloe. Her yearly trip to the vet recently showed she has added 5 pounds to her 42-pound frame since we moved to Georgetown. That’s good in the sense that it means she’s adjusted well after a rough start. Bad in the sense that it means cutting down her 1 1/4 cup, twice-a-day feedings to just 1 cup, twice a day. Continue reading →