I don't really know what to write about today... I mean. Weight wise, I kinda feel neither here nor there about it. I'm not binging, I'm not restricting too much (net of about 1000 calories) is the goal and working out every two days. I worked out today... and yesterday, so that's good. But like - what to say? I kinda feel like my stomach looks flatter - let's see on Sunday for the before and after. It's been two and a half weeks, they say it takes three weeks to form a habit.
Work is still intense, just as I think I've turned a corner, my workload just bounces back with vengeance. I think another three weeks of this crazy workload and then I should have caught up - to be clear, I'm not behind, because of me. I'm behind because my company restructured and I got an extra project which I'm not meant to have. FUCK MY LIFE.
*ramble ramble* I'm getting a new tattoo in a couple of weeks with my sister. We are both getting cats on our inner biceps. Mine will be a manky, creepy alley cat. Hers will be a tribal cutesy cat. I'm excited about that.
*ramble ramble* Ramble... why do they call it rambling? I mean - doesn't sound phonetic... Is sounding phonetic an oxymoron?
Everybody wants to be a cat. Because the cat's the only cat who knooooooooows who it's at. I'm blank?
Who knooooooooooooooooooooooows who it's at.
Love & Cats