15 and counting

I weighed myself earlier and woohoo, I lost 15 pounds.  I've been sticking to my diet, eating right, taking vitamins and exercising.  Lately though, I've been walking on the treadmill with very high heels on and me completely wrapped in saran wrap.  I am so happy.  I've felt so much better.  My complexion is better, my hair is shinier and I have so much energy.  If only I can stop smoking now. 

I have been up for two days now and I'm still not tired.  I hate this.  Everytime I get my sleep schedule back on track, it goes out of wack again.  I think I traumatized the momma cat this morning.  She decided that she wanted to clean the littler box and by doing that involved major pushing of the litter of which she flung shit all over the floor and then she decided to jump up on the counter and walk around.  I knew she was in the bathroom and when I didn't hear her anymore I got up to see what she was doing and saw her on the counter.  I grabbed her up and sprayed Bitter End in her mouth and then yelled at her.  You would think that she has learned by now b/c all of the times that I sprayed her and Toby with water to get off the counters.  Now everytime I move, even to just grab a cig, she takes off running.  I think that I have them on a schedule b/c every Sunday I scrub the litter box and lately I haven't had too b/c I bought a new kind of litter that works great, but I still clean it out every day and pour more litter in it to keep it at 4 inches.  So now if the litter box isn't scrubbed on Sunday's that's when she starts her shit.  Having these cats makes me feel like the house is always dirty.  I make sure to keep them clean and I go through so much bleach cleaning the counters and the bathrooms.  Okay, I think this blog is long enough.

Toodles!