A coworker/pal of mine is heading out of town tomorrow and I’m cat sitting while she’s out. She only lives a few blocks from me (we carpool, yay for saving the planet!) so it’s not a big deal at all. And they’re cats, so they don’t need a lot of sitting…but she insisted on getting me something for helping, so I let her buy me the 30 Day Shred DVD from Target yesterday. Yes, I finally caved.
And let me tell you, I am SO glad I did. Seriously. That was the best workout I’ve done in weeks. I thought Turbo Jam was an ass-kicker of a video, but I think Jillian has Chalene trumped. I had to modify the pushups (we’ll see if I ever do them the real way) and my arms needed a few seconds of rest here and there, but I had no problems keeping up with the workout. In fact, when I was done, and sweating like Meatloaf at the end of a concert, I thought it wasn’t so bad.
Then I sat down.
Then I tried to stand back up.
That’s when I realized how awesome this DVD is. My legs were jelly for a few hours after I finished. I managed a short walk to the park with Tedders and T, but I was whooped. I can’t wait to go home and do it again! I have a feeling I won’t be quite so excited after a few days, or after I bump up to the next level, but for now, I’m pretty amped. I mean, if 20 minutes can make me feel like that, I might get skinny yet!
Now on to funny cat tales (there’s nothing funny about cattails – they make me itch). I bought Kitty (or The Evil One, as I like to call him) a catnip pouch that’s shaped like a cupcake. Duh, it’s awesome. I didn’t think he was enjoying it until the other night when I walked in to find him laying in the middle of the kitchen with one paw on top of the cupcake. Naturally, I nudged it away from him because I’m a jerk, too. He put his paw right back on top of it. Mr. T came in and said he’s been doing that for a while. Now, that doesn’t really count as playing in my book, but if holding down a cupcake makes Kitters feel like tough stuff, I can deal with that. It’s pretty stinkin’ cute.
And then last night, he remembered that he has toys. I had them set on the bottom shelf of our baker’s rack in the kitchen, and he knocked down one of the practice golf balls and started to play soccer. That may not seem like big news to anyone else, but it’s very rare for my cat to do anything but sleep, give me the evil eye, jump on my bladder and meow all damn night. To see him play was highly entertaining. The fact that our house is all hardwood floor makes it even funnier because he tends to slide into doors and walls when he really gets going. He doesn’t get hurt, so it just makes me laugh. And after all that excitement, he actually jumped on the bed and cuddled with ME instead of Mr. T. I guess I’ll keep the little fucker after all.
Oh, and the highlight of my day? I got to hold, cuddle and kiss an 8-week-old pug puppy. Swoon! This isn’t him, but he looked just like this:
If that doesn’t make you babble in incomprehensible baby talk, you probably don’t have a soul.