Over at Quadrathon, I’ve joined a weight loss challenge. I’ve spent three glorious days in LA, ending with a fabulous run at Dodger Stadium yesterday. However, I tend to do nothing in terms of eating clean or working out when I’m visiting my family. Yesterday, I promised myself I would run. Then my Dad yells, “I’m making french toast!” Well, you got it. I ate.
Here’s the damage at Dodger Stadium:
1 Dodger Dog (have to have to have to)
popcorn, diet coke, Carnation malt, Frozen Lemonade. This after the French toast breakfast. Last night Ham, twice stuffed potatoes, asparagus, rolls, peach cobbler. So, yeah, I’m a fatty. We played pinochle and Scrabble, and had a great, relaxing time, but the mouth just kept opening. As I’m typing this now, I’m feeling hungry. And not for oatmeal.
No worries. I’ll be down 5 by the weekend, and will be on my way to Internets stardom via Mr. Quad’s weigh loss challenge. Off to Northern California, and the school year starts tomorrow.
Characters we met at Chavez Ravine:
- We were sitting in front of these three dudes: One, a college grad from Long Beach, one a correction officer just back from Iraq, and one trying to beat a drug charge, clean 18 months after a 90 day drug sentence. My sister and I laughed throughout the game as we heard these gems:
Dude, the 80’s were like, 40 years ago.
Dude, if you say, “I’m here, is it spelled h-e-r-e, or h-e-a-r?
- This guy comes up to me at the end. He says, “Can I have your autograph? Do you play on the beach volleyball team, because you have the tan, and the arms.” LOL He was drunk. Sadly, that may be my new demographic. Heh.
We bought the kid (23 years old!!) from Iraq a beer; he was a Marine reservist who was called up. Big deal. A beer for everything he did. But, he was grateful. We’re all about military in our family. Big supporters.
Back to the real world come tomorrow.