I went to my first class at the gym today! It felt great, but it was definitely a workout. I’ll be sore tomorrow! Today’s class was BodyFlow. From the site:

BODYFLOW is the yoga, tai chi, Pilates workout that builds flexibility and strength and leaves you feeling centred and calm. Controlled breathing, concentration and a carefully structured series of stretches, moves and poses to music create a holistic workout that brings the body into a state of harmony and balance.

It felt fantastic, to be honest. The only thing that I’m a tiny bit embarrassed to admit is that I had the overwhelming urge to cry when we did some breathing at the end. We were just laying there, stretching, and she told us what to relax. Then she said to breathe in and breathe our tension out, and I felt like crying. PLEASE tell me this happens to other people! It was definitely a good workout, though.

Of course, all the relaxing (Well, I guess not all. Some, though, definitely.) that I did during BodyFlow was pretty much gone when I got home to find out that Matt’s dad has opened yet another bag of treats for Mew Mew. I didn’t post about this before, but I need to vent this frustration before I freak out and snap on someone! In the past two weeks, Mew Mew has now been through two and a half bags of treats. Great, right? Not great. Let me start at the beginning.

I saw that Matt’s dad had bought a case of treats - like, they come in little packages and this was a box of packages. My first thought was “Wow, that’s a lot of treats!” but I figured he was just stocking up. Boy, was I wrong. The next day, the cat came into our bedroom and was… um, sick everywhere. She wasn’t vomiting, if you get my drift. We cleaned it up, and I went into the kitchen and noticed that a new package of treats was opened, and half of them were gone. Matt said something to his dad the next day when I was out with some friends, and he just gave him a blank stare. Whatever. I hid all the treats in the closet. If he was going to be that dense about it, I wasn’t going to risk my cat’s health (and weight!) over it.

He found the treats. Within the past week and a half, he has not only finished that bag of treats that I had found half-empty before, but yet another bag. And now? ANOTHER bag of treats is half gone. I hid it. In a drawer. I don’t know what to say to him. I really don’t. Matt told him that the cat got sick everywhere, and it didn’t get through his thick skull then. What do I do? I don’t want to cause tension between us, but I definitely don’t want my poor cat to be using my whole apartment as a litter box, either. Sigh.