Yesterday was my eight month anniversary. I have lost 120 pounds. (Yes, I did it, I broke the 227 barrier!)
Last week for St. Pat's Day, I got lazy and did not cook the traditional Irish-American corned beef meal. Instead, I went to Marie Callender's and bought my husband the damn meal. I believe it worked out better.
Not because I didn't have to cook, but he got a huge portion of meat for the same price I would have cooked a shrunken slab. So he ate the potatoes, carrots and meat and I ate the soggy cabbage (MY FAVE) and a few shrapnel of beef. I got my meal anyway.
Yesterday, Hubby cooked a lamb dinner. He "marinaded" the roast in a basil-mint pesto over night and then served the meat with the cooked pesto. He also made herbed purple mashed potatoes with asiago and cream cheeses. YUM! I married an Iron Chef.
Disneyland is hosting a half-marathon (yeah, right, gonna do that) and a Family 5K. I am interested in doing the 5K. I figured, "what's three miles?" Right? Well, according to my friend, three miles is nothing to laugh at and even she would have a hard time completing the course (she walks up and down a steep hill every day for exercise and is an ex-softball player). Guess I could train for that.
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Hey, never say never -- I used to say that about Triathlons and long distance bicycling rides. I love them now. Gives me something else to focus on besides the scale; anoher form of victory to enjoy!
Found you through another blog; I've enjoyed reading so far. :)
I want to do a 5K too.
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