I tried to will myself to stay under 1200 calories yesterday but went a little over. Like most people, I have my strengths, weaknesses and limits. Well, I just don’t have the kind of will and discipline with dieting as I do with exercising, but my weight hasn’t fluctuated much.

Not sure why I still get sore muscles and joints at times, even with the fish oil supplements. Haven’t I been working out long enough for my muscles to be used to this shit? Then again they only get sore when I run at 5 MPH. I should keep it at 4 MPH, I suppose. Less impact that way. It’s just that that’s gotten a little too easy the more I’ve gotten into shape and I feel the need to challenge myself a bit. There’s no way I could sustain 5 MPH for very long, though. Not yet anyway.

It’s the afternoon so the landlord’s doing what he does best – annoying me with the loud vehicles. Thought I heard him talking when I stepped outside, though I couldn’t tell if it was to someone on the phone or in person. Probably in person since he seems to be like most people with the daily company. Again, I hope the next people are a real nightmare with company galore, late-night parties, etc. I hope they too, live outdoors so they can show him what it’s like to have to hear from others all the time. I hope they have a dog that wakes him up, and well, I could go on and on but I won’t. I’ll just say that we didn’t even hear a tiny fraction from Kim, the young lady who lived just an arm’s reach away from us up in Oregon, as opposed to this little bastard who’s over 100’ away.

For some reason, I’ve been waking up every day for a week now after just 4-5 hours of sleep. I didn’t think I’d be able to fall back asleep this morning, but I did after about an hour of just lying there. A disturbing dream woke me up this time but since no harm was done, I’d say it’s nothing to worry about.

While Tom waited in the car at an intersection, I was looking for the best spot on a nearby sidewalk of all places to place our dirty laundry till we were ready to wash it. Then I heard shouts and glanced over at Tom to find a cluster of bullies approaching the car. The leader, a tall, thin, wiry blond kid in his late teens or early 20s held a scythe in a menacing way as if he were about to smash in the driver’s window. I wanted to attack him, but didn’t think that was a good idea since he had 5 or 6 friends in tow. So, thinking quickly I called out to him pretending to be in pain. It worked, cuz they all looked my way. Clutching my stomach I moved closer to them and saw that the scythe had turned into just a regular household spatula. I said, “I think I may have a bout of appendicitis coming on. Let me see if I can get this guy to get me to the hospital.” I woke up making a run for the passenger door.

Later…

Damn! Amber was in again looking to see if I made my blog public. Well, just as soon as I get the rest of Maliheh’s cat drafts out of there, I’ll set it to public with one post giving my thoughts.com link.