TUG OF WAR

I lift weights - just not perhaps in traditional sense.


I have to lift my cat, Pandora, quite often - and he weighs 22 lbs. ... at least.

And I still weigh 202 lbs. regardless of my public humiliation blog, so when I stand up, I'm moving 202 lbs. (but what a depressing thought).

And today I played a major game of tug of war with a 1,000 lbs. horse. Well, actually, two horses, so I guess that lifting/pulling around 2,000 lbs., right?

The main problem is Najale. He knows he outweighs me, and while most of the time he is semi-well-behaved, when he sets his mind to it, he is fully aware that he can pull me right off my feet with just one sharp turn to the left.

Why it is always that he turns to the left? I don't know - maybe his lateral sulcus is longer than it should be. Or maybe it's simply because he normally walks on my left side, and to be the most disobedient, he has to turn that way.

Anyway, today became a major physical battle.

And that should at least excuse the peanut butter, right?

Otherwise -- 2 x yogurt -- 300
2 x Fiber One -- 120
Manwich -- 355
2 pieces of toast and peanut butter -- 130 + 376

TOTAL -- 1,281