Ellie is on a diet and it is not going well. She is a couple of pounds overweight, which doesn't seem like a lot, unless you weigh 20 pounds. Then it is 10% of your body weight. She has been sitting in the kitchen crying every night. She sits and cries by the dog food closet. I know how she feels. I stinks to be deprived. I mean really, I only let myself have 3 fudge graham cookies tonight when really I wanted 5. I am trying to get them more exercise, but they can't make it 4 miles with me and it is getting dark early again, so after I run doesn't really work. Okay now she is eating EB's crocs. I really do feel bad for the poor girl.
New TV starts this week. I recorded Glee and am watching Raising Hope and the Biggest Loser. If you haven't watched Raising Hope, you really should. I don't know why but that show makes me laugh all the time. There isn't really anything else that I am excited about. Oh except, Modern Family. I always forget about that show.
Tomorrow is camp and, goodness, I haven't even packed. I have been lectured a couple of times about how I really should get my stuff together. I have to get to bed. I need to run 6 miles before camp.