hef, i do have to say that i believe debbie would be proud with your outfit inventiveness. it’s the hecklau (spelling?) in you! 

today i experienced the first negative effects of our little experiment….

dave and i walked to one of our favorite neighborhood spots, steinbeck’s, for a little sunday brunch. for a while now, i’ve been trying to eat on the healthy side but still allow myself some wiggle room. after all, what’s life without chocolate? brunch became a toss-up between the veggie scramble with roasted tofu (roasted tofu? perhaps is better than it sounds, but i was prepared just to nix that and ask for extra veg) ORRRRRRRR… pork and egg sandwichitas. herb-whipped parmesan eggs and slow roasted pulled pork on split biscuits, side of stone-ground grits. i looked up at dave, torn, and then back down to the menu. oh, pork, i miss your fatty goodness. so, i ordered those sandwichitas. with a little sriracha, oh brunch-y heaven. i was “good” and brought half home. actually, he was the one who toted the bag, but the leftovers were reserved for him.

two hours later found me sweating it out at a zumba class with erin. i love those classes—— a workout that just feels like dancing. sure, brunch was making me feel a bit heavier than usual, but i hung tight all the way through. up until cool down, that is. all of a sudden, i was pouring even more sweat and felt woozy. we got to neck rolls and i was sure i was going to vom all over the floor. i went and sat it out, and erin checked on me a few moments later once the class had wrapped. brunch had done me in, and she said that after being so good with eating, being bad messed her up too. 

so, i could say that it was the walk’s fault. no walk, no brunch, no near-vomit in dance class. but that would be some crappy logic. how about: no sandwichitas, no near-vom? oh well.

hef, you know we’re going to turn around and it’ll be the end of the month. what should next month hold?