Is It Just Me?
— Susan Rigby, Guest Columnist
Join Wimberley humorist Susan Rigby as she attempts to navigate “the small stuff.”
My little rescue dog Annie and I have a lot in common. We are both pretty friendly (she more than me), we like to eat and therefore have a few pounds to lose. Annie was found on the street, probably roaming for weeks, so was very malnourished. She adjusted to her new home with us and decided that she was never going to be hungry again. She will eat anything, including her food, the other dog”s left-overs, cicadas and other appetizing bugs. I am thankful that she doesn’t have access to a credit card or ride to the grocery store. Unfortunately, I do. What we also have in common is that I will eat too many things, except bugs, and seem to have weight creeping up on me. Well, maybe not “creeping” but more like sneakily piling on over night. I still can’t figure out why I don’t wake up thinner?
We both dread our yearly medical visits; Annie because of the immunizations, me because the first thing they do is weigh us. When Annie has her vet visit, I feel guilty because she doesn’t seem to lose weight. I put her on Right Weight dog food, limit her snacks and try to get her to exercise, but she seems to not mind her extra pounds as much as I do. When we get to the vet, I take off her collar, her harness and make sure her nails are cut. This year, she gained twotenth of a pound.
At my annual medical visit, I wear my lightest clothes, skip breakfast and breathe out when I get on the scale. Breath may weigh something, right? I know someone who was told to put her purse down when she got on the scale! She has no weight to lose, but still, that purse weighed 2 pounds. One time I was told that it wasn’t necessary to take off my shirt before I got on the scale. We all have our quirks.
Next year, Annie and I are going to weigh a little less. Annie will have a hair cut and I will take off my watch.
