As you may have gathered from my stream Trish and I are attempting to lose weight. Today I counted every calorie and made 220 calories of room for one of these. They're mini Ben and Jerry's tubs. They're about 2" high and they come with a tiny little spoon in the lid.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
#218 Playtime
Our biger dog and smallest cat (all 14 pounds of him) love to play together. Their favorite game, often instigated by the cat, starts with the cat lying on his back and daring the dog to try and get near him. The dog in turn tries to put the cats entire head in his mouth while avoiding getting bopped on the nose by the cats claws. This can last a good 10 minutes, but unfortunatly moves at such a fast pace it's almost impossible to photograph.
For the record the dog almost always comes off worst. Even when he does succeed in getting the cat's entire head in his jaws teeth resting on his throat (quite disturbing the first time you see it) the cat has never even been hurt. On the other hand the poor dog has been known to finish this game bloody.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
#216 Fighting
As some of you may know, my New Years resolution was to get fit. So I've started taking boxing lessons. I took a few private lessons to get the hang of it and to build up my cardio but tonight was my first Monday night group class.
This isn't some Tae Bo cardio boxing class, a lot of these guys are real fighters and they hit hard. Just holding the pads was a real workout.
No energy to take a real photo, so these are my keys, with my new Fight and Fitness membership card.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
#215 Sumertime and the living is easy
T and I took a blanket to the park and lay out in the sun. We watched the crazy Sunday roller disco, ate some bread and cheese and had a couple of beers.
#214 Monkey Bars
T and her best friend went to look at wedding dresses. I looked after L's 2 children while they were shopping. We played Wii boxing, we went to the park and we had ice-cream. Not a bad day be anyone's standards.
#213 Curb Your Dog
This is an old rusted out 'Curb Your Dog' sign on a telegraph poll Fulton St San Francisco.
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