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I haven't been to the gym as consistanly as I'd like. I've been running around a little crazy-like, which is not much different than usual. I'm convinced that if my head wasn't attached, I'd absolutely lose it.

I had an appointment to meet with the trainer on Sunday. Sadly, I missed it as I was (possibly graphic) best friends with the "porcelain gods." Friday night I had my first, and what may be my last, raw oyster. For some reason, I'm not sure it agreed with me, or I possibly got the only bad one of the bunch. No one else had any issue but me. Perhaps I've made it up in my head but I swear I have a long-lost disdain for oysters.

Here's the above mentioned, Mr. Winston.

Instead of the ever-popular walking of the tredmill, while obviously blasting some sort of booty-shaking jams, I've resorted to walking Winston here and there; which is a little rough in the Seattle area with all of the rain. There are some great dog parks in the area as well, that are not only a workout for the dog, but their human as well, and Winny gets to run free and experience the water.