
I am having a small meltdown, but I will be okay.
It all started when we had to rearrange the closets because of Clouseau. Clouseau has been 'communicating' his dislike of the litter box situation by peeing on the bathroom floor. At least it is not on the laundry basket anymore. (I hear all you cat non-lovers' comments.) Cats are very good communicators. Clouseau certainly got his point across. So now there are two uncoverd litter boxes (two cat households are supposed to have three, but we could not think of a third spot), one each in a seperate closet. One has clay sand and one has pine pellets. We are fastidious, nay, obsessive about cleaning out the poopies from the box at least three times a day. We change and disinfect the box every 4-5 days. So WHY does Clouseau still complain?? Kitties like to be so clean, and are very particular about their bathroom habits. We had been using a single covered box in the bathroom. Convenient, just scoop and flush. But nooooo, not good enough.
So we took all the sheets, towels, and coats out of the closets and decided to give away some old stuff. I tried on some old clothes to see if I still liked them enough. Most of them didn't zip or button up. So in my fragile hormonal state, this is apocalyptic. To make it worse, I weigh myself. WHY do I do this? I guess the same reason I press on a bruise to feel the dull pain, and then press again. For the past two weeks I have worked out over an hour a day, six days a week, eating nothing but salads and fish. I count every gram of fat, protein, and carb. Before that it was working out five days a week and eating salads, fish, and brown rice. It seems as a result, I have gained three pounds. And in all I have gained six pounds since March. I don't know why. I eat nothing that tastes good, nothing I actually WANT to eat, dammit. I am so, so tired of seeing super-thin people and wanting to look like them, and never being able to without fasting. It seems so easy for so many people, but not possible for me.
So woe is me, poor me, waah, waah, waah. And I pray that I will either miraculously lose all excess body fat, or miraculously not care anymore.