The rest of my weekend was pretty much an exercise in not exercising. I had the wedding on Saturday (shout out to Ariana and Ryan) which was so beautiful and fun. The weather was gorgeous, I over-imbibed on Mich Golden Lights and Milli Vanilli's (the official beverage of Slimming Down To Sexy, which is Vanilla Vodka and Diet Coke), which left Sunday a complete loss. I did do some dancing, and some possible screaming along to "Ice Ice Baby" - so does that count as a work-out? There is a glimmer of a memory of me doing the running man....I guess I should be happy? There is no way I could have relived the days of OHS Shubblehutz's, and done dances reminiscent of the early 90's 6 months ago. Silver-lining...I have to focus on the silver-lining.
my niece Jorey
I was pretty sure before, but now I am absolutely certain - I cannot have kids! I stayed at my sister's house - and I only wanted to play with my nieces! They were up when I got up, and they are just so excited to see everyone - which makes me feel great - plus I just want to play with them because they are so entertaining!! On Saturday we were finally able to play with the Tinker Toys (which had been talked about many times prior). My niece Jorey is tiny enough that she can fit right in the tub. I informed her that I wouldn't be able to fit my elbow in there - so that was pretty impressive. They have these pictures on the outside of the tube that holds them of all of these fun things you can do. Of course Jorey eyes the ferris wheel, and asks if I can put that together. I told her I would try. The most cardio I had all weekend was trying to put this thing together!! We finally finished, and it looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. Sometimes it is worth skipping the walk by yourself when you can have this much fun!
my niece Macy with the Ferris Wheel
On my way home today I was doing what I usually do on long car rides : singing/yelling along to my iPod. Eventually (about 3-4 hours in to my ride) my throat started to get sore from all of the "singing". It made me think about singers, and how they need to practice so they keep their instrument in working order. That then got me wondering about my instrument....what is my instrument? I think my instrument must be my FUPA. I have to exercise and eat well, or my FUPA gets out of shape (and by out of shape I mean extremely stretched out/huge). I am excited to see what some dedication can do toward getting, and keeping my "instrument" in top working order.