Daily Weigh In: 194.6 
Nutrition
- eggs w/sausage
Water
.5 liters
Vitamins/Supplements
Check
Training
15 mins weights - buns
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My stomach is KILLING me. Not sure what I ate that disagreed w/me last week, but for the last 3 mornings I've had some viscious rumblings...*groan*...and the bitter taste of food in the back of my throat when I hiccup.
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Ya kno, I left last week, fleeing from a bit of family drama, and it completely sucked my energy to get myself smack dab in the middle of it when I returned. That made me feel so tired and lethargic. Plus I'm still recovering from driving str8 in on Tuesday. A 3 hour/200 mile commute is not cute. I said it on last nites podcast, but I had no plans to go to Golds the rest of the week, I've been crashing every afternoon.
And it's a horrible cycle, too tired to plan and even drink water, which lack of planning means I haven't had much of an appetite and am a bit dehydrated, which is making me even more tired and feeling too tired to plan.
It'll all get righted this weekend.
For a whole host of reasons, once my week starts off on the wrong foot, I just can't reign it in, so I just resign myself to finishing it. My room is a mess, which always drives me crazy. But it's cuz I walk in and toss things every which way before I crash.
I've got laundry to do, food to plan/prep, sweat to dispense, items to return, volunteer training to do, movies to watch, site stats to update, car to clean, charts to get current, sleep to do. Fun times.
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Recently I gave an interview. Though I think I sound like a dork, give it a read. Err...white woman gleefully holding open her fat pants is so not me 
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There's 34 new flicks of Mykah and his Mom on Flickr.
I feel guilty that I almost killed him. Twice. First time, I used a heavy rock to hold the new toy steady and he yanked the toy so hard, the rock fell like 2 inches from his head. Then I closed the screen door to stop him from scampering in the house, and squooshed his paw. He ran off and I felt so bad, I had to cuddle him for a bit. It took him a few days to trust me near the door again.
I used to make this sound, when I had a cat, that drove her insane, she always tried to kill me. Wondering if it'd have the same effect on him, I tried it. It terrified him...
...he's still such a baby.
I've always wondered if cats inherit things, like people do. That little Mykah, is just like his mom. The few times I smuggled him into the house, he started w/the purring. Never stopped. And then he'd do figure 8's around me, rubbing my entire body as he circled around and around. He's such a sweet cat, I wish I could find a home for him. He figured out what eyes were, by staring intently into mine, then slowly reaching out...to claw them......then he sniffed my eyelashes...:swoon:...being the runt o' the litter, and the last man left, he's a bit clingy. Cries for his mom the second she flees him, then turns to me and makes do w/my lap.
She's torn between weaning him, kicked him in the face and bit him on the neck a few times, and tolerating him, finally giving in to let him nurse and seeing him inside w/me meowing for him to come out so she could clean him.
I *almost* took him home but was warned, my aunt wants no cats and though I pay rent and all, I still need to ask...*sigh* So if you are in SC and are looking for a sweet cuddly kitty, let me know. I spent the week training him to hunt and ended up making him stalk anything in the bushes, even his mom. I left them outdoors and found him sulking around attacking her every minute......she'd leap in the air and gallop away.
I miss them.
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