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So I still haven't made it to the store for a new scale but I figure I'll get there tomorrow. Work has been a crazy whirlwind of excitement, disappointment, stress, and bliss. Who knew you could feel so many emotions in 10 hours. Teaching has been great for my diet/ competition because I don't have time to eat or sit down. I literally drink a few sips of coffee on my way to work at 6:30, eat lunch at 12:15 (which lately has only consisted of clementines, string cheese, apple sauce, and water), then I grub when I get off at 4:00pm. I know it isn't good to eat so little but the thought of eating or drinking anything during class never once crosses my mind. I don't even get a moment to sit at my desk in the comfortable black chair. . . Nonetheless, I love my class and I can't wait to see them every morning.

The competition has really taken its toll on Cali. She refuses to eat her food opting instead for kitten food and James caught her puking earlier. Could these be the signs of some strange feline eating disorder?