The week Kramer was missing I was all 'Calorie Nazi WHO?'
I wasn't a total idiot about it, but even that short break in diligence made me gain back almost 5 pounds.
I guess some of it was water weight, cause after only 2 days back in his controlling arms I've dropped 2 pounds.
I'd gotten lazy before that little drama anyway. Now I'm trying to be good again. I'm even pretending there isn't 3 kinds of ice cream, hot fudge, caramel sauce, whipped cream and maraschino cherries in the kitchen (for a birthday this weekend) and am forcing my poor PMSing self to go here:
Mmm... chocolate flavored styrofoam. I just looove my Calorie Nazi.
One day a couple weeks ago, I noticed Bear studying the neighborhood boys very intently as they rode up and down our street. It was a nice day and we'd been outside trying to teach him to ride his trike (he's *this* close to pedaling). A big honkin' light bulb sent on that day - his trike did not look like the big boys' bikes.
He can't even ride it yet, but he was officially DONE with the trike.
He has another bike. But we didn't know he knew that. A good friend found it at a garage sale the day of my baby shower and got it as a joke. It's been hanging from the ceiling waiting for him to grown into it.
He went in the garage and proceeded to point and grunt at his other bike until we finally got it down to humor him. He climbed on like an old pro and looked at us like "well, make it go!"
Someone should tell him if he's big enough for the bike he's too big for the pacifier.
When Bear gets something in his head there's little to do but go with it, so Wonderful Husband set it up for him.
Like any good cyclist, Bear double-checked his mechanic's work.
Bear putting the final adjustments on his brake. Note the total ignorage of a perfectly nice trike.
Now every time we open the garage Bear rushes over to his bike and demands I get it out. Here's hoping he'll master pedaling before the weather turns this fall!
(And yes, I did go out the next day and buy him a helmet. I just can't get him to sit still long enough to take a picture of him wearing it.)
At 8 Saturday night - just a few hours after I'd given up hope and cleaned out his things - the doorbell rang. Some neighbor kids found a cat in their yard and had seen the flyer we put up at the park.
Wonderful Husband went down the block to their house and sure enough, it was Kramer.
After a week off his meds and running wild we need to get him to the vet, but aside from being thin he looks none the worse for wear.
He's been insatiably snuggly all night, so I'm gonna assume he's as happy to see us as we were to see him.
My foot hurt so much after dancing at last weekend's awesome wedding I almost got out crutches. So when I had a little time to squeeze in a workout Thursday morning, I wasn't going to take any chances with a run, it was pouring rain so I couldn't bike and going to swim would take too long.
But I was determined to work out. So I rooted through my very small, very dusty collection of workout videos and found this:
No idea where it came from, because I find her annoying as hell and I certainly didn't buy it. Probably a gift from the MIL somewhere along the line.
Anyhoo. She's still annoying. And while there is some actual yoga in there, it's more like someone nostalgic for the 90s realized they can rebrand the same old videos by throwing a few yoga poses between elements of an old school cardio and toning session. Aside from that, the only real difference was the background folks traded out neon spandex for yoga wear and someone was apparently off camera with a cue card reminding Denise to say "yoga body" once in a while.
It was kind of like getting a side o' cheese with the annoying.
So. REALLY. Hate to admit this. But it was a good workout. Good enough I'll probably try to learn it enough to mute her annoying voice and play my own music.
My beloved 14 year old Kramer is missing. I raised him from a teeny little 4 week old kitten. I'm a wreck. Neither of us can remember seeing him for sure any more recently than last Thursday or Friday. We had company all weekend, plus hosted a big brunch on Sunday. He's shy and we figured he was hiding until everyone left. But there's been no sign of him since.
He's a strictly indoor cat but occasionally tries to sneak out onto the porch for some sun. We wonder if that's what happened when we had company and no one noticed. We've done the awful searching through the basement ceiling to make sure he isn't up there. I think it might be easier if I had found his body in the basement. Then I wouldn't be tortured with wondering where he is or if I'll ever see him again.
Mmm... chocolate flavored styrofoam. I just looove my Calorie Nazi.
