Such a freakin tease.....
being in ONDERLAND. Well, I guess I'm not too surprised as I was barely admitted weighing in at 198.6. This weekend just totally went to shit. Friday evening I did my spin class from my kick-ass instructor, Saturday morning I was at Six Flags as soon as the gates swung open. We were determined to ride the coasters first thing. In fact, we walked on just about all of them. A short success story about Six Flags. About 6 years ago I was in line with my younger guy friend (think Stella getting her groove back
) for the then relatively new Superman roller coaster. A am an avid coaster girl. Love them, always have, always will. So we're in line for like 2 hours and finally are next up to ride. I go to get into the seat and barely fit. Then I can't fasten the harness over my big, protruding belly. It was so embarrassing. He says, "Let's just get off." I told him, "No, you ride. We stood in line too long for somebody not to get to ride." I lulled my fat ass over to the side so that others could board and watched in complete sadness and embarrassment that I couldn't fit. I just wonder what he must have been thinking. I remember that experience just as vividly as if it happened yesterday.
However......
This time, my friends, I got into all the seats on every single roller coaster and didn't need anyone jumping on the thing just to secure me inside. I was thrilled!!!!
I no longer have to avoid theme parks and rides b/c of my size. I can ride....I can ride!!!!
Where I messed up, I wanted a funnel cake. I haven't had one in like 10 yrs. Thinking my friend would have some of it I got one and then he says his stomach was gripe. So that left me with the funnel cake
. Yeah, it wasn't pretty. I murdered all but a small piece of that funnel cake. It was horribly delicious.
So after completely exhausting ourselves at Six Flags my friend and I went back to my house and completely crashed. I think he showered first and then fell asleep in my office and I just laid across my bed and was out for like 5 hours. We both woke up hungry and decided to go to Carraba's Italian Restaurant. I wasn't really sure what I would eat but I knew a salad was in my future. Out comes the bread. Normally, the bread basket doesn't bother me but Saturday I just couldn't get enough carbs (that damn funnel cake is to blame) so I started with one small piece dipped in olive oil (that was healthy right?) and Italian spices. It was so yummy. The bread was warm and I was like Cookie Monster to cookies on that bread. I'd probably eaten 3 slices by the times the salads came out. Then my thin pasta with some really nice sauce came out and I couldn't even eat it, but you know I ate at least 3 forks full. GREEDY!!!
. We had some great conversation and then left and decided to watch a movie or something on tv. I feel asleep, that bread made me tired. How could I possibly be sleepy? Such a lard ass I swear!
Sunday, was a leisure day. I knew my friend would be heading back to home to B'ham at some point so we just sat around and talked. He warmed up his leftovers and I had a few bites of his pasta and yes, two slices of the Italian bread loaf I'd started on the night before. No, I didn't leave the bread there. I followed me home. Jumped right into my takeout container and everything, can you believe that?
He left and then I had everything to do still that I didn't get to do on Saturday. Laundry, Wal-Mart, cleaning, etc. I still needed to shampoo my hair and retwist my locs. Just the thought of doing all of this was overwhelming but I got ass in gear and got'r done.
So to my pink team, I'm going to be back on track today. This was truly an isolated incident. I overindulged and now I'm back in 200 land and I'm busting out of this joint by the end of the week. Promise. Hope you all had a great weekend that didn't end up in food sabotage. I'm tripping, it's all good. I know this will be gone by the end of the week. Period.
I'll be around...checking, encouraging, supporting....let's win this PINK!!!
be and do well...
Felecia (Pillsbury Dough Girl)
Ranetta