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I need some reeeeeee-breath-eeeeessst


Hi friends!

I'm not tired for the reasons Madeline Kahn is, but who doesn't love a Blazing Saddles reference in the morning? ;)

So it was a loooong weekend for the Memorial Day holiday. While Memorial Day is about remembering the sacrifice our troops have made for us, it's also become known as the day of BBQ and potato salad. I myself went to a cookout and was a little nervous about how I'd do with my newer eating habits.

I think I did good and not-as-good. Our friends made little sliders, so while I had a few, I didn't feel terrible about it. Plus I didn't load them up with condiments and toppings. I had ½ a grilled pineapple ring on each little slider, plus ½ a strip of bacon. So really it wasn't too bad. I did eat the bread, but you know what stuff happens. It is absolutely exhausting feeling guilty about what you've eaten. EXHAUSTING! So I just celebrated with my friends instead.

Now, I may have gone a little overboard on the cookies (sigh), but I had a tiny sliver of apple pie and a smaaallll spoon of vanilla ice cream. I'd say overall it still wasn't terribly bad, especially given that it was at a weird lunch/dinner time, so I had 1 eating time for 2 meals, technically. Did that make any sense?

Sorry, I may be distracted by more Blazing Saddles videos on YouTube.

Anywho. I'm back to my smaller portions and [hopefully] reduced sugar intake. I wanted to go to the gym on Monday, but it ended up not happening with our craaaazzzy long day. Then yesterday I intended to go but The Redhead got nooo sleep the night before. I don't function well on no sleep.

I basically looked like this yesterday:

Pretty sexy, really. Glad I got a guy locked in before he saw this….
So today, I am back at the gym! I'm pretty excited really. I haven't been since Friday, which bums me off and throws off my plan a little, but at least I'm getting back! The Bearded Wonder and I may be going to his gym on Saturday for an "active date". Mostly because I keep telling him I need to see some kickin' form for deadlifts since I don't think I'm doing them right… Harrumph.

How was your weekend, friends? Did you eat well, exercise, anything? 
Orrrrr
What was the worst thing you ate? :-) 

<3 
A Redhead

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  1. Good job at paying attention to what you eat! My Memorial Day weekend is stretching into an entire week unfortunately. This includes lots of going out to eat, dessert, and snacks. But hey, Im on vacation!! Thankfully theres no scale here so I can't worry about it until I get home. =P

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  2. You did better than I did at that BBQ on Monday. I felt like all I did was eat from the moment I got there till part way through the card game.... But the food was SO GOOD!!!! (BTW, Did you get some of Laurie's homemade salsa-like dip? YUM!) So props to you for being able to stick to your guns with all that temptation around! WOOT! :-)

    Oh, and the best, worst thing that I ate was the Chocolate Raspberry pie. My man definitely knows one of my weaknesses! ;-)

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