Receive them with open arms.
I would like to start off by giving thanks (wait, wrong holiday...but thanks are better than eggs any day in my humble opinion). I want to thank all of you who read and I want to let you know that I do indeed read every comment posted on my blog. Someone mentioned the other day that they were hesitant to leave a post because they didnt know if I read them are not.
PUUUH-SHAW! Of course I do. I read them. I love them. They bring my joy. I also love every email you guys send me. Amy lovies. Lovies a lot.
Next order of business. One of our favorite restaurants is Red Robin. I usually just get the tortilla soup...but sometimes if we are feeling frisky, Tracey and I split a tower of onion rings. I pull the onion out and just eat the outside. YUMMY. We never finish the entire tower. However, last weekend we went in for beer (Tracey), water (me), and just the onion rings. We ate the entire stack. After I got home I thought I would look up the nutritional info. Red Robin is one of those fantastic restraunts that provides it!
Do you KNOW how many calories are in a stack? Guess.
Whatever you guessed, it was probably too low. The answer is 1,819! OMG! And 122 grams of fat!
We will not be ordering those again anytime soon. Sigh. Farewell crispy yummy outer part of the onion ring things. You will be missed.
Moving on. Thank you for the love on my vlog. Yes. I was holding up my workout pants. I am in a bit of a bind when it comes to my workout pants. I have the most wonderful pair in the world that Gen sent me. They are XL from Lands End, long black pant with drawstring waist. They are too big and when I cinch the waist all the material puckers. The capri workout pants I was wearing in the video don't have a tie waist, and I wore those to Zumba last week. BAD move. Had to hold them up during all the hoping about. If you guys remember my goal shorts post from last year, these Nike shorts are my dream...
But I am still afraid that my crotch will eat them and I am afraid to try them on bc I have flashbacks to junior high when everyone was wearing UMBRO shorts with their black and white Adidas shoes and none of the UMBROS's fit me....but somehow I managed to find one pair and squeeze my thighs into them. It was a miracle I didnt blow a seam.
I did read in my fitness magazine that bermuda length workout shorts are all the rave. Which makes mama happy. For some reason those don't sneak into my neather regions.
Speaking of lady parts. I had a blow out at Zumba last week. I always wear a thong to exercise bc I don't have to worry about pulling my creeping panties out of my ass. They just start there. Well, since a majority of you are not well endowed like me and my friend Gobbles here...
You probably didnt notice that in thong undies these days, they don't allow much room for holding your dangly bits. So, sometimes my bits fall out. And pretty much just straddle my underwear. Yeah! I said it. So what am I supposed to do in the middle of Zumba. Stop and put my hands down my pants to readjust? No. I think not. I soldier on. For another 45 minutes. Slightly uncomfy.
Oh, and one last thing before I go. I weighed in this morning. I didn't make 130 pounds. But I did make 131 pounds down! HOLLLA!