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Thursday, 9 March 2006 13:56![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fatrockstarI've been counting calories since I got back from Whistler. The results haven't been pretty: I have been consistently consuming 800 calories more than I need to daily. No wonder my weight shot up. Part of my problem isn't what I eat, it's HOW I eat. I eat all the time, and mostly in the evenings when I can't motivate myself to do something productive. Of course, this will have to change.
A couple of nights ago I forced myself to go outside and walk around my new neighborhood. I'm sure I looked like a thug in my poofy coat and skullcap hat, but I didn't care. I was walking too fast to really scope anything out. It was a good walk, too. I got a lot of thinking done, and felt somewhat accomplished. It's the little victories, y'know? If I can do this, I may eventually motivate myself back into the gym. That's where I'd rather be anyway -- steel & sweat, mirrors & muscle. Thinking about the Kirkland Gold's still pisses me off -- I'll never go back there.
Grady is still on the mend. He spent the entire night last night in a box in the closet instead of on the bed like he usually does. He makes the "ow ow ow" meow noise whenever he tries to stand from a lying position, so he's still in a bit of pain. We're giving him a four day regimen of Metacam for his inflammation and hoping for the best. Day two found more of that stuff on us than in him, but what can you do? He seems to be resting plenty. His biggest obstacles are the box in the closet and the litterbox (both require a jump to get in/out of).
Tonight is band rehearsal. Y'all missed out on the last round of band name survivor, but it abandoned all the other names you've seen and became a showdown between Deg Deg and Troublefakers. Guess which one won?
A couple of nights ago I forced myself to go outside and walk around my new neighborhood. I'm sure I looked like a thug in my poofy coat and skullcap hat, but I didn't care. I was walking too fast to really scope anything out. It was a good walk, too. I got a lot of thinking done, and felt somewhat accomplished. It's the little victories, y'know? If I can do this, I may eventually motivate myself back into the gym. That's where I'd rather be anyway -- steel & sweat, mirrors & muscle. Thinking about the Kirkland Gold's still pisses me off -- I'll never go back there.
Grady is still on the mend. He spent the entire night last night in a box in the closet instead of on the bed like he usually does. He makes the "ow ow ow" meow noise whenever he tries to stand from a lying position, so he's still in a bit of pain. We're giving him a four day regimen of Metacam for his inflammation and hoping for the best. Day two found more of that stuff on us than in him, but what can you do? He seems to be resting plenty. His biggest obstacles are the box in the closet and the litterbox (both require a jump to get in/out of).
Tonight is band rehearsal. Y'all missed out on the last round of band name survivor, but it abandoned all the other names you've seen and became a showdown between Deg Deg and Troublefakers. Guess which one won?
