ME:
First and foremost I have managed to piss ass around to this point now where I don't want to do the Tae-bo. I am so un-motivated, I can't stick to it nor do I want to. But I have seen the results on a live person no-less, and I want that. I need to do this. I must get myself in check, I will start again Sunday and I WILL DO IT. This was part of my New Years resolution and I hate myself for not having more discipline. I WILL BUY A SCALE, and I WILL TAKE MEASUREMENTS.
I don't know why exercise is so freaking hard for me to deal with. I feel 100% better when I am sticking to the plan, yet I still fail miserably. So yes I'd rather sit here, drink 8 can's of Soda, munch out on anything sweet I possibly can, while trolling on Facebook. *sigh*
THE CAT and THE COCKER SPANIEL:
My cat is my baby, he is my cat with a possibly temporary or permanent adoptive daddy...time will tell. Anyhow if there are any brutal custody battles, the cat goes with me. The dog stays with him. The dog is his.
I am absolutely positive the dog is looking for a way to off the cat. He started off not really acknowledging the "other" 4-legged critter he was now rooming with, to blatantly going after him. Its kind of like that Poison Ivy movie where the "friend" goes after the daughter's father, only I am the father, and the dog is the friend. I also find myself flat out telling the dog I will never love him as much as I love the cat. But that's just it, he isn't exactly my dog. I don't know if that makes me a terrible human being or what but lately it's been creeping me out. I will be petting the cat and get the total "die bitch die" look from the dog. This morning I wake up to find the dog staring at me from the cat's spot on the bed, and the poor cat lying on the floor staring at me with "mommy pick me up" eyes. I do also have to point out that the cat came from a place with an anal retentive but sweet chihuahua. The chi-wah would try to eat the cat's face if he jumped up on the bed, or couch where the chi-wah was. So the cat is already leary of getting on the bed. I've noticed more and more that he won't get up there if the spaniel is on the bed. I should probably also mention that the cat's spot is on my side of the bed, where oddly enough the dog has to be as well. Again...Poison Ivy. It really wouldn't be so bad if I didn't think the dog was doing this stuff on purpose. There's other little stuff to but I guess that's just feeding into my paranoia.
OWEN WILSON'S NOSE:
I hate it. Nuff said.