Since January 1st I’ve lost 16.2 pounds. Not that I’m counting or anything. I’ve also been running six to nine miles a week. This is probably the most successful and motivated I’ve ever been in terms of losing weight. With all these calories I’ve saved and miles I’ve run, it’s almost like I’ve been in training for something VERY IMPORTANT.
I’m going to New Orleans this weekend, an unexpected opportunity. I will be there for less than 48 hours, but plan to eat as much as possible in my short time there. This is my Food Olympics and I’m ready to cash in on some of those calories I’ve saved.
(Yes I realize that’s not how it works, SILLY, but I deserve to eat my weight in jambalaya and po boys while there. I’ve EARNED this!)
Ella and Carson have been asking about the trip.
“Here’s Knoxville,” I showed them on a map. “I’ll get in a plane and fly to Atlanta, then I’ll get on another plane and fly to New Orleans!”
“But that’s not even far!” Carson stated holding up his thumb and index finger about an inch apart, mimicking the distance on the map. “You should just walk there.”
“So do you guys think you can pick me up on Sunday?” I asked them this morning during breakfast. “My plane gets in Sunday afternoon.”
“But that’s when the Nascar race is on,” Carson reminded me.
I don’t even know what to say.