So, today I found out that I’m fat. I can’t believe it. I thought I was just fine because I look the same as so many other dogs that come in and out of here. Jenn, the resident fat shamer, told me that I was. I didn’t believe her, but I checked with the docs and they said she was right. I tried so hard to defend myself, telling them that I only eat one cup of food in the morning and one cup at night, but it turns out my red solo cup holds more like 2 cups! I was wondering why it has been harder for me to jump up to the chair to type.
As it turns out, it’s not just about how I look and whether or not I have a nice beach bod (or, in my case, a dog park bod). Apparently having some extra pounds on my frame can cause many different health problems and actually shorten my life. How can I keep telling you about this wonderful place that is WVG if my life gets shortened? My joints, bones and ligaments are more likely to get damaged. Arthritis will make it really hard for me to get up and down and I surely don’t want to be staring down an orthopedic surgery. I am more likely to get “the diabetes” (My friend Bruno’s dad called it “the sugar”) which can cause a whole host of health issues. As it turns out, these few extra pounds that I’m carrying around can really affect my health in a whole lot of ways.
I’m going to start measuring my food in a real measuring cup and stop begging for so many treats in the form of human food. I’m going to make it a point to get myself some more exercise. Sitting at this keyboard qualifies as me being rather sedentary. I want to keep myself in the best health I can! This human/animal bond thing is really cool and I want to stick around, feeling well, for as long as I can. I have full faith in the doctors here to do their part in keeping me healthy, so now I guess it’s my job to watch my weight!