I was all ready to blog last night. I was in bed, laptop gearing up to burn a hole through the duvet and through my legs and my head filled with thoughts. I was feeling all "yea for me and stuff" and then my thoughts turned to "Oh Holy Jesus I have an alien trying to break its way out of my insides." Why? Because as you probably read, we had the mother of all cheat days yesterday. It's not really a cheat day though because its built into the program. Anywhoo, we went a bit spastic with the food. Biscuits, chocolate, wine, BBQ sandwich, fries, chocolate cake! I know, it's amazing I'm still alive. I will say though that we had the best picnic ever yesterday afternoon. We took a bottle of wine and some chocolate and grapes and laid in the sun for a good 2 hours. There were a TON, I mean a TON of people at the park yesterday... my guess, maybe a thousand. The park system in Denver is the best. We talked about how far I've come, and how far we've come as a couple during this journey. We talked about home births, throwing footballs, chocolate and how we much prefer the dark variety, riding bikes, we laughed watching a toddler waddle her way around the park and we made fun of a guy doing calisthenics shirtless. Mostly though we just drank wine, ate chocolate and relaxed while we enjoyed our free day.
On our bike ride home we rode up a rather large hill. A hill that taunts me every time we meet. It seems that no matter what direction we go there's a hill we have to climb. (No that's not a cheesy metaphor, it's the reality of living in Capitol HILL) Get it... Hill? Hello? So, we were coming up on the hill and Scott mentioned that there have been times where I couldn't get up without hopping off my bike and walking. This time I was ready for it. The thing about this particular hill is that it's not only steep and long, but it's followed by another long and steep hill. In between the double hills is a street that's almost always busy, so you have to come to a complete stop before tackling the second hill. The stop isn't long enough to rest, but since it's a stop, you lose all momentum. It's a doozy. Yesterday I booked it up not one but both hills without even coming close to stopping. Scott was really really impressed. I could hear it in his voice. He was thrilled and so was I. So excited that I broke out in the the biggest loser theme song. "What have you done today to make you feel proud, it's never too late to try." hahahaahahhahaha.
I realized yesterday that I've come a long way. Not only am I physically stronger, but mentally I'm in a much much better place. I also had this thought. Did I always feel like such complete shit after eating foods like BBQ and cake? It's not like I ate like that every day, but I wonder if I was just in a constant state of feeling shitty to not even realize what effect my eating really had on me. Does that make sense? It's like now I feel really good, so it's glaringly obvious when I feel horrible.
Let's not get crazy and say I'll never eat BBQ, fries and chocolate cake again, but next time I'll be prepared to have a spirit guide lead me through the darkness that is the aftermath of such a meal.
Oh and PS- that stupid snowflake reference was a line from felicity if you're wondering. Scott hates that show and makes fun of it when ever possible.