Stuff and nonsense

I'm not going to complain about losing a few pounds in a week, but I will say that I've noticed that when I'm losing weight quickly I am (perhaps obviously) very very hungry. Now, I'm a healthy eater to begin with and I've never willingly skipped a meal or snack in my life, so when I say hungry I mean eat standing up at the fridge hungry. Not a binge (since I have to make that distinction though maybe it doesn't make sense to someone reading) but just a real feeling of my body needing something. I'm generally pretty good about making sure that what food I have on hand is healthy and decent and something that will fuel my goals rather than my immediate wants, but when I'm not prepared - watch out!

I skipped breakfast yesterday morning because (as usual) I'd hit snooze one too many times in the morning and was running late. My morning routine consists of hitting snooze about four times before I finally gaze blearily at the clock and am forced to sprint out of bed at a dead run. This is the reason I must keep bananas and hard boiled eggs on hand, so I have something to eat as I run out the door half-clothed. Yesterday? One banana - black and mushy. No eggs. No milk. Not even slices of pre-cut hot pepper cheese and half a cucumber (which had been breakfast the day before). No pre-cut frittata to microwave at work. No left overs. Nothing. So I limped through the morning thinking about cheesecake and how much I wanted a Matterhorn sized bowl of pasta and some Rosemary bread and I could do it just this once and it wouldn't hurt me. I got a hold of that feeling pretty quickly but it didn't take the hunger away. At lunch I drove home and walked through the door, dropping my purse and keys onto the couch, and I was at the fridge in about 2.2 seconds. I ate: three slices of deli-sliced turkey, a dill pickle, two handfulls of shredded mozarella cheese (?!), a spoonful of peanut butter, four giant florets of cauliflower with dill dip, a half cup of blueberries. I at that all in, oh, three minutes or less. With the fridge door open. :sigh:

So tonight I'll be preparing some things again. I swear, it's no wonder I weighed as much as Homer Simpson, with organizational skills like that. It would be easier, I think, if I could rely on prepackaged oatmeal or cereal or toast, but I can't be trusted around bread of any kind, and cereals just leave me starving by 9:30 a.m.

This morning was a mite better. I actually summoned the will to get out of bed at six to meet Beautiful Sister (hereafter refered to as Adele, because I stink at this blogging fake name thing) at my corner for an early walk. This is no less than a miracle, and for whoever among you lit a candle for me, thanks! I don't do mornings. And I mean that in the fullest Garfield-like pudgy, cross, and pouty sense. *g*

We wogged for a mile and a half before I had to start getting ready for work. As I suspected, she is a bit faster than I am, though not by much. The difference is due to her freakish leg lenth, or so I tell myself. I was actually able to keep running longer than she did, which made me feel pretty good. I did miss my iPod though and I don't think I'm cut out to run in the a.) mornings, or b.) with people. For the time being we're going to see if we can manage to do that two mornings per work week, which I might be able to handle.

In other news, I am conflicted about getting a second cat. Have been cat-sitting my youngest sister's (hereafter refered to as Elizabeth - see note above) cat for three weeks and The Captain LOVES him. I mean, I can see how two cats instead of one makes a huge difference in their quality of life. The only problem is that I have a long history of bad allergies, and though the Captain does not bother me, I worry that all that extra dander will make a difference. Also, not to put it too bluntly, two catboxes is just ... not appealing. But those are my issues, and I feel a bit guilty about resigning my poor cat to a life of loneliness because I don't have the gumption to scoop every day.

Also, uh, kittens are cute. Here's the one I'm thinking about getting:
Thoughts? Opinions? Anyone out there had two cats in a pretty small house?