Perfect Long Weekend
Monday, July 08, 2013
I love four day weekends. It's always nice because there is time to do things, to relax to get to see people that you may not see over a normal weekend. It's just nice.
Hubby and I spent the fourth with friends, having a bbq and then watching the fireworks. The fireworks were a bit disappointing, there weren't any of the great big ones at the show we went to. But that's probably because the whole state is just dry as can be. But it was still fun and we didn't get to see them last year so it was perfect. On the 4th I also got asked to be a bridesmaid for a friends wedding, which will be the next fourth of July. So I have another goal to work towards. It's doable and I'm excited about it.
Friday we hung out with my dad, had another bbq, which was great. I love grilling food. I was also really good, I was making sure I wasn't over eating. But I also splurged on a few things I normally try to avoid. Saturday was a great and bad day all at the same time. We went to a Ren Fair, we dressed up. I wanted pictures but we were just having to much fun to stop and take some. Now the bad part, I didn't eat all day until dinner, and then I had three slices of really, really great pizza. I drank my water, had a couple of beers during the day, but I should have been eating. I don't think those three slices of pizza were a big deal, not at all. I'd eat them again if I could. It's just a know better then to let myself get to that point of hungry because I don't always make good choices then.
Not to mention, I didn't realize just how much I'm getting set in my eating schedule, by dinner I was starved. After that, we went and hung out with some friends and went out drinking and dancing. The guys in our group played pool, and us girls danced. I danced for hours in heels. My legs were sore the next day but I've had worse.
The sort of exciting part about the going out with friends was, I got hit on a lot. One of the girls in our group, the one getting married, she is hot, guys flock to her all the time. She is out going and all that stuff. I normally feel like the fat friend around her, but not on Saturday. I was looking good, and having a good time. Well a few guys came up and wanted to dance, buy me drinks, even with hubby right there. One guy sat down at our table and stayed for a couple hours. Hubby came over a few times just to make sure the guy knew I was taken, which I had already told him a few times.
The point wasn't so much that some guy hit on me although, seriously was awesome. It was that I didn't feel like the fat friend. I wasn't hiding in the corner, I was out there dancing and talking and laughing. I think part of the reason I was getting hit on was because I was happy with me, I wasn't hiding in the background.
Finished up the weekend by walking for a couple hours at an art festival. I still managed to get my workouts in, even if they weren't my normal workouts. I tried not to eat to much, probably did here and there but that's okay. I discovered that I am not the fat friend anymore, got a new work out goal. Great four day weekend, to bad I'm back at work now, cause it really was awesome.