WEEK SEVEN

Still on my 'Staycation' and drawing a ton of animals, and drinking far too much caffeine.

 I have a feeling this is my spirit guide. Taking me on a journey, showing me

the truths of the universe.  I was just sitting eating some pudding and minding

my beeswax and then... BAM! This guys snatches me up and out like Aladdin

and his magic carpet.

 More animal reference material making its way into the warm ups.

 Want a dusty Milkshake? ..But hey... they are still better than the

Milkshakes at McDonald's.

 For a long time, I was putting away a pot and a half a day. I had to stop.

My mental state was hanging by a thread, and the doctor had some feedback

as well, so I cut way back. But every so often it starts creeping back up

 to unhealthy levels. And while on Vacation, left alone and unchecked like

an invasive biological alien species...I let the coffee oz pile back up

 I was pretty tired and delirious when I did this one. Or coming down

from being out of my mind on coffee.

 Never Covet another mans Ice Cream.

Even if that other man is you.

A few days before my vacation was up, I received an email that I was to get

a job review upon my return. So for three days this stressed me out to no end

I toiled over this idea for three days and it made me physically Ill.

WEEK FIVE

Week five. In This week I started  P90X work out systems.

Good lord. I still hurt from the very first workout. 

 I am very graceful. Like an underwater bean bag in slow motion.

 On my diet, I eat a lot of beans. And since you are what you eat....

 Also on my diet, I try and eat as many veggies as I can at dinner.

And I choke them down by the basket. But I always feel like this after.

 The good folks at P90X suggest that you be already participating in

some form of a work out program before starting P90X. Sweet baby Jeebus

they are right. I could barely walk, or get out of bed or brush my teeth,

or use the bathroom. I will slowly EASE my way into the workouts.

 not sure what this one means. The self portrait is the little

guy in the crotch of the tree.  

 The North American North West Big Bellied Breasted

Puget Sound Back Butt Bird. It makes dusty, dusty omelets.

There are many meanings to this one, none

of which I fully understand.