The quest for happy imperfection…

Okay, so some people go out and paint the town red. I went out and painted the town “food”. It seems as if my “let it all hang out” attitude caused me to, well, let it all hnag out. A little too far.

I went to Virginia City on Saturday, which is a pretty cool place. It’s like you drive out to the middle of nowhere, go another 20 minutes, and you’re there! I started off my mornign right (not) with a McDonald’s McNasty meal. But I told myself not to sweat it, I’d make the rest of my day better. Hahahahaha. When we rolled into VC we stopped at the Bucket of Blood saloon. Apparently they’re famous for their bloody marys, to which I say EEW. I’m sorry, I just don’t think I could physically consume enough alcohol to make me think that mixing vegetables and booze is a good idea. So, I had a screwdriver. Which was pretty good. And then an Italian wedding cookie that the bartender gave us. Also good, though a bit weird. We spent the morning walking around  in the various shops with weird antiques and stopped into another saloon for lunch. Once again, I told myself I’d be good… well apparently I fall for my own lies every time. We started off with some fried mozzarella sticks (if I ever find out who invented those things… I don’t know whether I’d propose marriage or kick them over my extreme love of fried cheese) and followed those with a bacon swiss chicken sandwich with french fries. At the time I told myself it was better than a cheeseburger. Oh the webs we weave. But, all was not lost. We went into not one, but two, fudge shops. I only bought 3 individual servings of various chocolates. So far I’ve only eaten half of one.  Unfortunately, one small act of restraint can’t make up for a day full of poor choices.

Luckily, we were shopping for most of the day, so I did get some exercise in. And hey, Walmart 2 weeks before Christmas, I should get some sort of extra brownie points. It was crazy. My friend bought the last bag of flour, and you saw all the angry soccer moms eyeing it in her cart. I did finish almost all of my Christmas shopping though, which is pretty awesome. I must admit, the fact that I was sore the next day, from shopping, has revealed my true status of nonfitness, despite my recent trampoline attempts.

 Unfortunately, Sunday didn’t get much better. I was running late in the morning and grabbed a bacon, egg and cheese panini on sourdough from Raley’s. I headed off to a baby shower, which was like an alternate universe for me. All the other women there had more kids than I have facial expressions, and, let me tell you, I saw more breasts in two hours than are probably featured in most pornographic films. (Granted, most pornos don’t include babies attached to said breasts, but still) Now, I’m not one of those people that sees anything wrong with the above proceedings, but it was still quite a shock to my normally-isolated-from-children sensibilities. However, the food was great. There was a nice half sandwich with ciabatta, fresh basil, turkey, and fresh mozzarella with a nice veggie chocked salad and the best chicken and barley soup I’ve ever tasted. Unfortunately, the cake was not quite so healthy. Though, very tasty.  One would think that “oh, it’s just one piece of cake, it’s not that bad.”

Oh but I’m not done yet! I left the baby shower and heades straight to a cookie baking party. Yes, you heard that correctly, a cookie baking party. I have apparently lost my marbles. I was reasonably well behaved at the cookie baking party, I only ate four cookies and the dough equivalent of probably another three. The whole thing was then topped off with two pieces of combo pizza.

But, then cookie baking was finished and we moved on to exercise. We played  a couple games of tennis, a short baseball game, boxed for a little bit, and then topped the whole thing off with some golf. Too bad it was all on Wii. But, even then, it was a lot of fun. And I woke up sore. Which means that the whole business was actually a fun workout, or I’m ridiculously out of shape. I’m sure we can all figure out which option I’d like to believe. But, considering I wasn’t the only one sore today, it can’t be too bad of a workout. Which got me thinking that I should get a Wii, and use it while I’m on my mini trampoline. Absolute insanity. As long as I don’t knock myself out with my controller, or fall off and accidentally strangle myself with the cord, I’ll probably get into decent shape. Must research this possibility. And for my own safety, invest in a helmet, and maybe a bubble suit (unfortunately, my built in bubble suit doesn’t protect my knees, elbows, or other bony areas of my body prone to skinning and bruising. Luckily, there aren’t too many parts of my body that can be considered bony)

So, overall, my weekend wasn’t great. But, all things considered, it could be worse. Atleast I didn’t roll around in the vat of fudge like I wanted to. And, tomorrow is a new day.