Liking something does not mean it's good for you.

Crap.

Of course lots of pets love drinking milk! My dogs also love to eat all kinds of crap that is absolutely horrible for them.

Like poo. I figure any animal that eats poo is pretty indiscriminate in what it will eat.

Though it makes me laugh that the one food type that they'll shun is leafy greens. When I drop anything on the floor, then come running like they've never been fed before, ever, and if they can't eat the Floor Treat, they'll waste away.

When the Floor Treat is leafy greens, they sniff it and then look up at me as if to say, "Hey, you tracked some foliage in here; better clean it up."

Liking something does not mean it's good for you.

Crap.

No more crystal meth for you, missy!

Hee, Teppy, cross-posted with the poo! I went back and edited.

No more crystal meth for you, missy!

DAMMIT.

It's probably a good thing I didn't buy those three bags of Doritos last weekend, too, huh? Listening to my body does not work for me as a health strategy -- my body pretty much always wants salt and fat.

Listening to my body does not work for me as a health strategy -- my body pretty much always wants salt and fat.

Oh yes, so does mine. And my body weight right now is evidence of my listening way too much to cravings.... It is also evidence that I stopped going to the gym about 3 years ago.

ETA: Actually, on the whole, I eat healthy foods; I just eat WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY too much of them. They taste good!

When the Floor Treat is leafy greens, they sniff it and then look up at me as if to say, "Hey, you tracked some foliage in here; better clean it up."

One of my classmates had a dog that she used to bring into the office when we were studying late or on weekends. He would eat any food that we dropped on the floor. Whenever one of us was eating, the dog would sit under our desks, just waiting for food to drop. Once I dropped a bit of cabbage when I was eating some Ethiopian food, and Rascal ate it, got this horrified look on his face, and then just looked up at me with such betrayal in his eyes.

Hee, Teppy, cross-posted with the poo! I went back and edited.

Dogs and poo-eating. I swear. We try to watch them when they go in the backyard, but we don't always, which is inevitably when they chow down on poo. Which can lead to GI badness, which we're dealing with now, but the dogs love it, because that means they get chicken and rice cooked fresh for them.

Spoiled critters. Do they ever cook for us? No respect.

Oh yes, so does mine. And my body weight right now is evidence of this. It is also evidence that I stopped going to the gym about 3 years ago.

Two years ago for me and well does my body know it. I also have to be forgiving with myself and remind myself that "Hey, had MAJOR health issue, dumbass!"

But as I told meara after we went dancing on Tuesday, they neatest thing about it? Other than it was something that would never happen in Jacksonville? Was that last year, at this time, I wouldn't have been able to dance for nearly two hours without feeling as if I was going to faint or that my heart was trying to burst out of my chest.

It was kind of cool to feel good again.

Dancing is the most fun I can have while exercising. Um. Nearly.