I officially fell off the wagon, or as I like to call it, “the back of the food truck” somewhere in Birmingham, Alabama after a barbeque feast fit for a queen. Due to a meat induced high, the details are somewhat sketchy, but there was roasted corn, potato salad, grits, biscuits, sausage and cinnamon buns, and that doesn’t even include dinner. *Sighs*
Today, back to reality. And as 40 year old bodies often do, mine is reacting negatively to the meat parade that just worked its way through my system. I have no one to blame but myself though, so you’ll hear no moaning from me. Instead I’m stocking up on the veggies my body is now most certainly craving and drinking water like I just got out of the desert.
The 28 degree mornings in Georgia have thrown another wrench in my “the morning walks will save me” plan – Side note, yesterday I saw a guy jogging in short-shorts in blustery cold weather and thought “How dedicated. How inspiring. How stupid.” So I’ve got to come up with a plan-B workout that won’t have me in sub-freezing temperatures and won’t bore me to tears. Any suggestions? I can’t go into the Christmas holidays with a bigger surplus than I already have – that would be depressing.
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