Oof. Saturday - didn't eat at all until noon - bad idea. Not so bad if you've been sleeping all that time, but I was at work for a special event from 8:30 AM. Had a bad lunch. I'll just put it that way. And consequently, a crappy dinner at Universal Studios. Had we not been as pressed for time I probably would have made some better choices - but again, as usual, we were running late. But I did get a kids meal - so at least it was LESS crappy food than an adult size portion.

If you haven't seen the Blue Man Group, go do it. It is phenomenal! And get your tickets through AAA - they save you $40 per ticket! Per ticket! I'm pretty convinced that between that show and the Mardi Gras parade following I got an equivalent cardio workout in. The show was interactive - and for the parade I had my 60 lb. daughter on my shoulders for almost an hour, danced with her there, AND dodged for beads simultaneously. Caught one set with my left eye. Yah, that hurt.

Sunday...Sunday...right, three medium (which I know is a relative term) banana pancakes and yes, syrup. Lunch was a ham and cheese (the thinnest sliced cheese possible - my goodness you could practically see through it - but it did offer the taste) on rye with mustard, with a handful of Sun Chips and I honestly cannot remember dinner. Oh, pasta. Right. One plate - and two meatballs. Of course, they were giant meatballs. I should have had one. Or none really. No good excuse. Exercise that day was a two mile walk.

And today I did nothing. Absolutely nothing. My daughter and I had something - I don't know what - most likely normal spring allergy exacerbated by our collective sunburns (bad mommy at the pool yesterday neglecting to sunscreen her children). Every 30 minutes I was reapplying a soothing cream to my little one's shoulders, back and cheeks today. Gosh, we both just felt like crap. We both fell asleep early the night before (usually a sign that we, as extreme night people are coming down with something), and then just whined and commiserated together today. And in feeling crappy I ate crappy. Or would that be crappily? And it made me feel even crappier. So I'm taking that as a good sign. I'm tired of feeling crappy. And I've been bummed all day about my son's bike being stolen on Sunday. From the pool. That sucks.

I know this is going to sound absolutely looney, but I swear I am allergic to exercise. Every single time I start to deliberately add more activity into my daily life I get sick about a week into it. Like it stirs up the germs. Sends them coursing through my body with all the newfound circulation, and then settles them in somewhere. I'll get past it, and then it won't happen again, but it's like clockwork. Psychosomatic? Maybe. Significant? I don't know. But definitely NOT in my imagination.

Let the bandwagon come back tomorrow. I'm back in the saddle and away we'll go! We'll update the weight thing on Wednesdays. Makes sense - two double-yous. And to use a term from way back when, that Miss Jenny reminded me of - Hump Day. We'll check in on hump day. And since we technically started on a Hump Day - then that works out well, well doesn't it?

Stay gold, people...stay gold.