when it's all over please get up and leave.

Thoughts on this weekend:

Boyfriend and I spent the weekend with my family in Des Moines. I had gotten him a pair of tickets for the Book of Mormon for his birthday and our show was on Friday night. I knew even before we got home that this weekend was going to be a challenge in eating right (no offense to my parents, but there is a REASON I was fat in the first place) so we took some steps on Friday morning to mitigate the damages: it set us back an hour, but I insisted on going to the gym Friday afternoon. The worst part about traveling is coming home and realizing how out-of-whack you are. BAD NEWS BEARS. Also, can we please take a minute to Internet high-five me? Boyfriend wanted to get burritos from our favorite Mexican place for lunch on Friday and I said no. It took every bit of strength I had to resist the temptation but I did it, I beat my food cravings. Go me.

Eating at my parents' place was extremely difficult, however. They're super busy people and they hadn't had a chance to go grocery shopping this week so we arrived to a house completely devoid of vegetables. Friday night we had takeout, and thanks to the rush we encountered getting to the Civic Center for our show, we didn't have much time to linger over our plates. Appropriate serving sizes for the win! We went to the show and went straight home to bed afterwards, and that was our Friday [The Book of Mormon was FANTASTIC, by the way].

Go see it!

On Saturday morning my momma very sweetly made us breakfast, but I almost died to find eggs, beans, and sausage on the table. Protein, protein, protein, and piles of fat. I don't know what my parents thing they're doing, but some green leafy shit every once in a while would be nice (I did appreciate the beans though, yay fiber). I found the only piece of fruit in the house (an orange) and ate it with my breakfast to curb the amount of bad stuff I could eat and it worked, crisis averted. I had expected to spend the weekend lounging around (which is why I insisted on gymming on Friday) so it was a nice surprise to have my mom ask me to help paint the newly renovated basement. We spent all afternoon painting two rooms and a hallway and the experience was an eye opener. I am SO glad I've taken the time over the last couple of years to get in shape because it helps, IT TOTALLY HELPS, in even the most unexpected ways. My mom and my brother were pooped after painting the first room and had to take frequent breaks after that, but I kept going. My arms never got tired, my energy level never dropped, plus I learned that I'm small and flexible enough to fit inside a storage cubby (a happy thing, despite the fact that I had to paint said storage cubby). For dinner we had brisket and potato salad, and I was actually happy to see protein and carbs on the table because I definitely needed it after that workout.

I don't know what I was thinking on Sunday morning, but I totally gorged myself on eggs, potatoes, and meat at breakfast. At the time I was totally aware of what I was doing, but I can't even begin to rationalize it now. My bad. We stayed with my parents until late afternoon (I was playing with my nephew, I didn't want to leave his chubby little cheeks!) but then headed back home for the Super Bowl. It's not that we wanted to watch the game, we just needed a few hours at the end of the night to re-acclimate ourselves to our normal life.

A few things on the Super Bowl:
- Saying "the Ravens won" tastes sooooo bad in my mouth. Can't even say the words. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME. It hurts my Steelers-lovin' soul to say it out loud, so I'm just going to pretend both teams lost.
- I am not a Beyoncé fan so it goes without saying that I was not excited about the halftime show. The nicest thing I have to say is that her ass looked fantastic. BUT OMG DESTINY'S CHILD. I knew they were gonna be there, but color-me-disappointed I was really hoping for some "Say My Name" action. Quelle dommage.
- Football's over. THANK GOODNESS. Baseball is still a ways off. If only the hockey lockout had continued, I could have been a very happy girl this morning. But nooooooo. Screw you, NHL.

The lesson from this weekend is that traveling is hard on weight loss. I ate too much yesterday. I feel so sluggish today. We're going to Milwaukee in two weeks. I don't want to go to the gym tonight. I miss running outdoors. This weather sucks. I'm just rambling now.