It was the end of June, a Sunday. Mon mari, Tom, and I took our dog, Benoni, to Central Park for the day. After walking for hours, we exited the park 20 blocks from where we had parked the car. Tout à coup, the gray skies opened and the rain poured down. Benoni (or Benny, as we call him) refused to walk, lest his little precious feet get wet. So I picked him up and carried him (Tom had the umbrella and the tote bag) for those 20 blocks.
Let me digress and tell you a bit about Benny, in case you are not familiar with him. Benoni had been a stray and ended up in an overcrowded pound with a 1-week time limit. Heureusement, another shelter, Ligue des amoureux des animaux, rescued him and he lived there for a month before we found him on Petfinder. We had recently lost our 14-year old Westie, Toutou, to cancer, our hearts were broken and we swore we would never get another dog. Then we saw a picture of a little dog that looked like a Westie shrunken into a tiny package and decided to give him a home.
D'abord, Benoni was 5 lbs of skin and bones and very traumatized. He was afraid of other dogs, animals and people and would shake, whimper, scream and cry but now he is 9.6 lbs of friendly, loving muscle. We learned about reactivity, calming signals and dog language and Benoni learned safety, security, and social skills. He now loves attention and insists on saying hi to every dog and person he passes. En fait, he will bark if he is ignored! Benoni loves to play, cuddle and get belly rubs and gives us a gazillion kisses.
We gave Benoni his name because it means “son of my sorrow” but we call him Benny which simply means “my son.” Benoni may have come to us out of our sorrow but he is now the silver lining that emerged from our dark cloud. He has healed us and taught us about the heart’s unending capacity for love. We are a Forever Family.
Back to main story – I was carrying Benny and my back was hurting, especially because I have a herniated disk. As I shifted Benny’s weight yet again, J'ai demandé à, “Since when does 9.6 lbs feel so heavy?” and wished aloud that I could put those 9.6 lbs down and let him walk himself to ease my load. Eh bien, I guess Benny was insulted because he asked, “Why don’t you lose 9.6 of your own pounds?" (Oui, my dog talks to me. Doesn’t yours??? Don’t judge me!!) Then he issued me a formal challenge: à perdre 9.6 lbs (or one Benoni unit) by the end of summer or September 1st, the day I returned to work.
That seemed reasonable. I had all of July and August to lose just 9.6 lbs. Surely, I could do that. Never mind that my back doesn’t allow me to exercise that much. Never mind that age and stress have been wreaking havoc with my metabolism. I could do this! I was so sure, I not only accepted the challenge but I rounded the 9.6 lbs up to an even 10. Benny saw my raise and raised me further: if I didn’t lose the 10 lbs. by September 1st, I had to buy him 10 new squeaky toys, one for each pound in the challenge. Fine with me.
The Benoni Challenge was on! I got out my Weight Watchers tracker and started counting my points in earnest. I got serious about journaling what I ate. I walked more than ever. By the end of the first week of July, I had gained 0.2 lbs. Oops! Then I lost a couple of pounds and was back on the right track. After an evening at a jazz bar and too many tortilla chips and guacamole, I weighed more than I did when the challenge began. And so the summer went on, with ups and downs (too many ups, not enough downs). In July, I celebrated my one-year anniversary since going veg (my vegiversary). Yay!
In August I started to worry that I might not win this challenge and Benny’s taunting me didn’t help (I said don’t judge me!). The weight was coming off but too slowly. There were too many summer vegan picnics and too much time sitting at the computer. The clock was ticking down. Would I make it? I was starting to doubt it.
Yesterday was September 1st. Summer vacation was over and it was time to return to work. It was also time to get on the scale and see the results. Benny was watching, anticipating, I swear I could hear him snickering. I stepped on, saw my weight, and did the math. I had lost…9.6 lbs. J'ai gagné! Je l'ai fait! I lost one Benoni unit. Succès! Victoire!
“Not so fast,” Benny said. “Remember you rounded the challenge up to 10 lbs. You did not lose 10 lbs. You owe me 10 new squeaky toys. Désolé, Mommy.” He trotted away, his tail wagging in glee.
He was right. In my bravado, I had rounded it up to 10 lbs. Had I left it at a true Benoni unit, I would have won but I got greedy. Maintenant, I have to go shopping for 10 new squeaky toys. But that’s ok. I’m 9.6 lbs. lighter bringing my total loss so far to 90.2 lbs. I may not have won the Benoni Challenge but I am proud of what I accomplished this summer. Outre, I would have bought Benny the toys even if I had won the challenge (but don’t tell him that; he’s already planning the next one).