To celebrate PDQs birthday, after the disappointment of no breakfast in bed, we let her pick the place for dinner. She picked Cheeburger Cheeburger the mecca of the big juicy burger and greasy fries and rings. I have eaten salad, fruits, veggies and lean meat for weeks so I enjoyed a small burger (half the bun), fries and rings. PDQ and Karateboy enjoyed their burgers too (and yes, Karateboy's burger really IS as big as his head).
After dinner we headed over to Esmerelda's house for a little cake. PDQ picked out a strawberry cake mix and funfetti frosting and I dutifully whipped one up for her. Poor G-man complained mightly about having to smell the cake baking and having to wait an entire day to eat it! PDQ commanded that no one blow out the candles but HER. To make sure that happened she gave Karateboy a hip check as she leaned in to blow out the candles. That's my girl, taking care of business!
So, burger, grease, cake and then off to the gym. Tomorrow I need to go to the funeral home, have Logos tomorrow evening and then my folks are coming for the weekend so I really needed to fit in a good workout. In my quest for fitness and competitiveness I decided to hit both a studio cycling (aka spinning) class and then the group power (aka body pump). I hadn't been to the cycling class in awhile and had never been to this particular one. The instructor wasn't great and her mic was broken so it was hard to hear over the music. I got into a good groove and felt pretty good, it was only 30 minutes. I jumped off the bike and ran to the weight class down the hall. I learned my lesson, or so I thought, on Saturday--use less weight than you think you should. I didn't get out any of the serious weights, I grabbed the two smallest sized plates and the smallest dumbells. It was about the second set of exercises laying down when I could feel the grease sitting in my gut threating to creep up. Ick. By the time we were done torturing our triceps on the step my arms were shaping and I was concentrating on not urping all over myself. Thankfully we stood up again and worked on our biceps and the sick feeling left for the most part. Another good lesson, the burger wasn't really that good--neither were the fries or the rings after the first few. The heavy feeling at the gym even worse. A real, ah-ha moment for me--hope it sticks!
Yep, another reminder, you can't have it all...