Dog dance and shoe-reward system.

I walked again today. I obviously need it, since the pounds are not magically melting away. I was 116.2 this morning. And my tummy is still looking like a certain doughy, high-carb spokesperson. And that was after a day of only 1,100 calories and a 30-minute walk/jog that burned over 300 calories. Really, what's it gonna take?

The dog wonders why I only dance with him when I come back from walks (and after three glasses of wine). It's 'cuz I feel so good after a walk. And I've got the tunes in my ears, so if I come home to Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch, I'm gonna get the dog up and dance. Maybe it' s just me, but yeah, I like a good dance with the dog. Shake that furry tail!

I've been thinking of various things I can try to lose weight. I've already cleansed. And cleansed with fiber. And exercised. And gotten an exercise buddy. And eaten spinach. And cut back on everything tasty and fun. What more can I do? Slimfast and Nutrisystem come to mind. And I've gone through all the exercise equipment known to man/woman in the last 10 years, including the fun glider thingy. I could try more of these things, but I refuse to support someone else's expensive weight loss system when I'm in the middle of masterminding my own. Tracy's Terrific Tricycle and Ab Roller? I think the secret is to promise a six pack and market it with 20 yo models that no one (except other 20 yo models) will ever look like anyway.

Since I'm doin' all the right things and I just need to do more of the right things, maybe I need a reward system? Like, if I get all skinny and rock-hard, I can get myself a Ferrari? Okay, so I couldn't get myself a Ferrari even if I did deserve it. Ooooh, maybe I can get that new minivan I've been wanting? Or maybe a motorcycle or a cool restored vintage scooter with a sidecar for the dog and groceries -- that's hot, right? (Oh, you say that now, but you'll be wanting one when you see mine.) Even that's a lot of cash that I don't have right at the moment. So, for now, I will have to settle for the immediate treat of another fancy pedicure. If I stick to my dieting/exercise routine over this weekend (one girl's night, one charity barbecue, and one birthday party -- no one said it was going to be easy), I'll get myself a fancy-schmancy Halloween pedicure and share it with y'all. Wish me luck.

Uh-oh. Just remembered that I bought myself nine pair of new shoes yesterday. Can you say premature presents? Gonna need a bigger reward than a little ol' pedi.