Never again will I ride with DH when he's autocrossing! We whipped around the first turn and I thought I was going to lose my lunch. Worse than an amusement park ride.
DS came in second in both the races he drove and sixth in the enduro race he co-drove (the other driver clipped a tire wall). Not bad for his first time driving his car and first time on this particular track. My job was to switch the oil tank lever over to get the car started (starting a race car is a lot different than starting a street car). I had to hang through the side window and over the roll cage to do it.
And I was struck by the realization that there's no way I could have done this at 257 pounds. Nor would I have been able to run around all day from the autocross course to the race track and back again. Or even fit into the autocross car racing seat. Funny how the things I take for granted now wouldn't have happened eight years ago. Back then, I would have been embarrassed and self-conscious about my size. As it was, I didn't give a thought to how I looked (a greasy, sweaty mess!) all day. I didn't worry about my stomach sticking out, will I break this folding chair? or am I the largest woman here? I simply threw on a pair of jeans, Tshirt, sunscreen, and had a fantastic day. That's living my life!
I encountered an odd situation regarding food. There wasn't any food at the track so I packed a lot of healthy stuff for myself since our motto is Be Prepared, right?
Unfortunately, DS wasn't prepared. And he was racing and is diabetic so I gave him the food I packed. So about six hours after I was there yesterday, I was S-T-A-R-V-I-N-G and the only thing to eat was a box of donuts in the pit. The last thing I wanted to eat was a donut but I was getting lightheaded and had to eat something so I ate one. It didn't taste good and I didn't enjoy it, which is so weird because donuts used to be my #1 problem food. I still can remember the last donut I ate before this one -- October 2004. So it's been five years. I never, ever thought I'd get over my lust for donuts, but apparently I have. Or maybe it's just the ones covered in motor oil? 
Anyway, my calories for the day were fine and I came home and had hummus, a whole wheat pita, and tomato soup. I'm just puzzled but very happy that the donut tasted terrible to me.
It's going to be a crazy week. I work Monday through Thursday, then leave for a graduation in Chicago on Friday. DH can't come because he's leaving for Europe before I get back, so I have to get us both ready for our trips, leave food and cat instructions for him, and get the house somewhat cleaned up. But the gym is first up this morning -- we'll see if the donut gives me Super Powers.

So that was my wild and crazy weekend! How about you -- what's going on in your world?


The good news is that I have already dropped 6 pounds in just two days back on plan. Holy bloat, Batman! I will have a tough exercise week this week because my son is in camp and the drop off and pick up will cut into my gym time. I will do my best, though.
) and of course I ate one. Not as good as I remembered - sticky, way too sweet, felt like it was a waste of calories. Now, the Panera pastry I ate was lovely... not going to be able to avoid that because I don't like it anymore.... but at least I can avoid the Krispy Kreme...


