Cowles Mtn. Up, Up, & Away

(Saturday)
OK... Let's get this out of the way, all of you locals who wrongly pronounce the mountain, sit tight and learn... Oh I'll feed you baby birds!! Each person that pronounces it COWS MTN, you deserve to be confined to the corner with a DUNCE cap securely glued to you pitiful excuse for a head. The correct pronunciation is KHOLS MTN (you know like the store), doesn't take Brain Scientist or a Rocket Surgeon to figure that out, so those of you who have noggins that sound like a BB in a tin can, tattoo it on your forehead.

Reeling thing back a little bit, I have been noticing that I haven't been spending enough time with the boys, and Mr. Pants is starting to look round around his midsection. Also, Doobies was sidelined a bit, but has seemed to make a miraculous recovery (I really hoping that it is not a chronic issue); and the day was far too beautiful to spoil it with an indoor activity. Pig Pants, Doobies, and I headed out to the unknown wilderness, urning for that solitude only man can get while in nature, the kind of peace that calms ones-self allowing introspection. EPIC FAIL! Thinking that I was the only person in all of San Diego that had the epiphany to climb that mountain was absolutely off the mark. I couldn't even find a parking spot within 1/2 mile of the trail head. NOPE NOT GOING TO DO IT!

As much as I was hoping to avoid it, I knew what I had to do... The Back Side of the Mountain...DUNN, DUNN, DUNNNN.... To my delight there was hardly anyone there, what was going to be a struggle fighting Rawley pulling, crossing up the leashes, and avoiding other dogs, became a nice trip with the boys free to do what they pleased, and I could just climb. And that we did!! I had the boys huffing and puffing... while I was dying, but I didn't want to show them my weakness. There was a lovely breeze, not to hot without a cloud in the sky; the type of day as a San Diegan we have come to expect.

I found it easy to make it up, probably since I haven't been eating and I'm down about 6-10 pounds (weighed myself Tuesday night 167). I try, I force, but sometimes I just can't...my stomach hasn't been settled in over a month. The horrible thing is I am still out of shape :( So I guess that doesn't make me a Fat piece of Shit, just a piece of Shit *chuckle*! I am keeping the streak alive, I think this makes it 6 Good Days in a row, and I have a good feeling that I'm going to make it 7. I did have one positive thing to share with you, today I think was the first since I can remember that I wasn't so difficult on myself. The whole Justin = Justin theory, nothing more and finally nothing less.

- Cheers