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Been doing a lot of exercise, but it's not enough. I'm adapting the P90X schedule to what really seems to be working for me, and I will be adding the elliptical every day as well. It's 2 to 2 1/2 hours of exercise a day, but I think it's what will hopefully work. I also made three batches of chocolate chip cookies for the boys at The Cove because they were so good to me last month, and that got rid of all my bleached flour and refined sugar. So now I've got a beautifully healthy pantry and fridge.
God, I hate that I woke up late. Now I've got to wait til the end of the work day to work out. Sucks.
Monday I plan on visiting my grandfather's grave in Rose Bud, AR. Altogether it'll be a 6 hour drive, but I bought flowers for his grave and my grandmother's, and my great grandmother's. I plan on making a picnic lunch and hanging out with him for a little while; I think it'll be okay. I'm a little nervous about the potential of running into my aunt or father, or other relatives for that matter, but it's the chance I'll have to take. If I do, I'll become a belligerent mess, but it'll be what's meant to happen, I guess.
Phooka's going downhill pretty damn fast. She's weak and her food intake is waning, and last night she got sick a few times but nothing really came out. She's still very demanding of my time and hands, she still fights to jump up on the bed, but I can tell that for the most part she's miserable. I don't know when's the right time, I mean, do I wait until she's so miserable that she can't eat at all and can't move? It doesn't feel quite right yet, but what if I'm being selfish? I really, really hate this. I don't want to let her go, but I can NOT put her through needless pain.
The dvd of the art has been well received so far. Adam and I will start work on the website Tuesday and will hopefully have it up and running in a week. I'll post a link to it when it's completed.
I just want to sell these pieces and start the next phase of my life.
God, I hate that I woke up late. Now I've got to wait til the end of the work day to work out. Sucks.
Monday I plan on visiting my grandfather's grave in Rose Bud, AR. Altogether it'll be a 6 hour drive, but I bought flowers for his grave and my grandmother's, and my great grandmother's. I plan on making a picnic lunch and hanging out with him for a little while; I think it'll be okay. I'm a little nervous about the potential of running into my aunt or father, or other relatives for that matter, but it's the chance I'll have to take. If I do, I'll become a belligerent mess, but it'll be what's meant to happen, I guess.
Phooka's going downhill pretty damn fast. She's weak and her food intake is waning, and last night she got sick a few times but nothing really came out. She's still very demanding of my time and hands, she still fights to jump up on the bed, but I can tell that for the most part she's miserable. I don't know when's the right time, I mean, do I wait until she's so miserable that she can't eat at all and can't move? It doesn't feel quite right yet, but what if I'm being selfish? I really, really hate this. I don't want to let her go, but I can NOT put her through needless pain.
The dvd of the art has been well received so far. Adam and I will start work on the website Tuesday and will hopefully have it up and running in a week. I'll post a link to it when it's completed.
I just want to sell these pieces and start the next phase of my life.