Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Every year my old friends and I get together for a reunion camping trip. These are all my "partying" friends from when I was in my twenties. So, we usually get a little out of hand when we meet up again, at least for the first night. I was very happy with myself that I was able to fit, quite comfortably, in to my "impossible" bathing suit
for the event.
I did not stick with the program while there. I didn't pay attention to portion sizes, I ate potato chips at two o'clock in the morning, and I drank a lot of tequila. Well, a lot considering I'm not normally a drinker at all, enough to put a big smile on my face. I did get some great ab work done during my laughing fits.
I did try to stay as active as possible, though. We usually play volleyball together for sometimes 3 or 4 hours a day. So I wasn't too worried about things. We had all the equipment with us, but I couldn't drag anyone off to the court with me. Someone introduced a new game this year. I think it's called Ladder Golf, but my husband called it Donkeyballs, and the name stuck. Basically, the golf balls are tied on the end of a string that you throw and try to wrap around the rungs of a ladder for points. It became the game of the weekend. Apparently, it doesn't burn as many calories as volleyball, because i gained a pound for every day there.
I'm not discouraged; I still think it was worth it. I'm just happy that I did laps in the pool nearly everyday, and I played over three hours of golf yesterday. Plus, I did not eat the poutine. ( My friend did, and really regretted it.)
So, I'm back on track today, and next year I hope to have a bike so I can go for a ride with my only really physically active friend there. (She lets herself go on this weekend too. She even smoked cigarettes all weekend. Yuck. I'm glad I've never gone back to that.)
Donkeyballs in progress. The boy in the hat is my son.