This is it kiddies. Memorial Weekend here in the United States is just 3.5 days away. And if you remember, this is THE weekend that your little ol' Amy is going to reclaim her water skiing throne. I am excited. I am ready. I am scurrrred!
I really just want to skip the two ski's all together and go straight to the slalom. But what if I can't get up (you have to drag a long time on one) and fatigue myself and then can't get up on two!? ARGH! Decisions decisions.
We are heading up to my parents on Friday.
My weight is holding steady about 2 pounds up from my lowest. And I am okay with that. I am actually very grateful that it's not more.
Do you know what we actually brought into the house this weekend? TWINKIES! Lard filled moist cake logs basically. I used to be such a sucker for the Twinks. Now, the only thing they really taste like are fat. It's the weirdest thing.
I had a wonderful Sunday. I went out of town with a friend to meet her family. I live in Florida, but this part of the panhandle is only a stones throw from Alabama, so one day you can be on a white sandy beach, and the next in the backwoods of the country. And I love the backwoods. It reminded me of home. Open spaces, green, cows, (not green cows, but green grass and cows), animals, simple and gentle people. We spent the entire day four wheeling (which by the way is a workout when you are riding on the back of one of those suckers...my biceps are so sore from hanging on), went swimming in a creek, and just hanging out with her family. It was perfect.
And it was good for my soul.