So, I've apparently gained 10 lb. of weight? Plllttt. This is bad. This is very, very bad. This time last year, I was at 146 lb.. Now I'm at 156. Luckily, I never did completely finish getting my clothes tailored. They were somewhat loose, so they fit fine now.
I blame weight watchers, and their stupid new points plus program. I was doing well, and they changed it.
Stupid weight watchers.
(of course, I have slacked off my training seriously since early summer, but yes, let's blame weight watchers.)
I need to get moving. Since I can't do any log distance running for several weeks, I'm looking at the p90 exercise system. I may be modifying it as my ankle heals. I'm also planning to do some walking on the treadmill to see what I can do and how long I can do it.
|Those are not, by the way, my hairy legs.|
Well, yesterday Sweet Baboo and some other guardsmen discovered a small, blind, female neonate. She's calico and at most four weeks old. I'm not sure how this scenario will turn out. She's completely blind, and I have a dog that thinks that everything small and furry is a chew toy. She was in bad shape, barely moving when they found her, and refusing all food. After wrestling with a tiny bottle (seriously, I put huge holes in this tiny nipple, but nothing will come out) I contacted DP, who is one cat away from being a genuine cat lady, who advised us.
Sweet Baboo started dipping his finger into kitty formula (yes, there is such a thing, available at the pet store) and smearing it on her muzzle. She licked it off, and then eventually she started licking it off his finger. When I came home, we got her to transition to lapping it from a small jar lid or a spoon. Now she's climbing out of every box I try to put her in.
I carry her around the house in a favorite scarf that I have fashioned into a sling. She's very sweet.
My ankle is still stupid. And I still feel fat.
Stupid ankle. Stupid Weight Watchers.