Let’s Get Healthy: Day Twenty-seven (AKA So. Many. Cats) #romancefit

Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Ennui Level: Parisian

Why is it that every time I get hot, sweaty, tired, grumpy, and don’t want to be touched (aka any time I’ve come in from working in the garage), that is the EXACT moment that all the cats in the house decide that they have to interact with Mom in some way? Jasmine does her best to surgically attach herself to me, Jemma headbutts my hand until I pet her, Jessie does the same thing until I let her snuggle into my left arm, Jeremy starts whining about God knows what, and JJ shouts because he’s now a shouty old man.

Never mind — they’re cats, it’s what they do. In fitness news, my butt is definitely getting smaller and firmer, but I’m also developing some aches in my left thigh that make it difficult to sleep on that side (and that’s my favorite site). I’m thinking about investing in one of those roller thingies to see if I can work the knots out that way. The weight is continuing to drop incrementally, and I can now fit back into my black jeans, which is a win. More importantly, I can do 25 minutes on the treadmill at a stretch, which means the endurance is definitely coming back, yay!

About nicolacameronwrites

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

Posted on July 15, 2019, in Let's Get Healthy. Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on Let’s Get Healthy: Day Twenty-seven (AKA So. Many. Cats) #romancefit.

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