Barking

The dog has been put in his kennel and is not happy about it. But then again, I'm less than happy about him getting his labrador chops around the leftover dinner that was sitting cooling on the kitchen counter waiting to go into the fridge for my lunch tommorrow. So he can bark all he likes.

And I thought I was being so good too, organising meals ahead of time so I don't mindlessly snack throughout the day. I'm trying to lose a few pounds - 11 years after the birth of my second and final child I really have no excuse to be still carrying the extra post pregnancy weight. And it is coming off - but very slowly. It's a bit like writing a manuscript I guess - it's the consistent effort that gets you there in the end. Sigh.