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Still suck at updating this thing. Yup.
There's no doubt that summer is officially here. Good god it's hot. Our low temp overnight is supposedly going to be 78 degrees. It's not going to be long before we start to see 80+ degree nights and people dying of heat stroke. :(
I was kidnapped over Memorial Day weekend by a few of my college friends. We went camping together at Purtic Creek State Park which was actually a lot of fun. My back was really pissed over the sleeping arrangements, but it's act together after an hour or two of being awake each day. We left on Friday, made camp, roasted hot dogs, and turned in more or less early. I woke up early the next day from all the light and bird song. (I guess my pineal gland actually works!) My back was not having my attempts at trying to go back to sleep or reading in the tent so I curled up at the picnic table outside and read until everyone else started waking up.
One of my friends has gotten involved with the Society for Creative Anachronism and wanted to attend an event going on not far from where we were camping. She actually brought costumes for all of us and even thought it was hot and the sun was blinding it was fun. Not as fun as other medieval and Renaissance fairs that I've attended, but still neat. We watched a lot of chivalric combat that day.
When we got back to camp, Joe, our resident boy scout, started prepping dinner. Pork tenderloin and veggies--all cooked over the campfire and all freaking delicious. Afterward was mead, homemade merlot, drunken Apples to Apples, and s'mores. There was also a midnight trip to the swing set which was highly amusing. (The park had a few playgrounds and we had to make use of them.)
We packed up and came home on Sunday since our food provisions hadn't kept as well as expected and Joe was wary of the meat. Dinner that night was Raising Cane's instead. I have absolutely no idea what they put in their "Cane sauce" but I'm freaking addicted. Like seriously, get me into a 12-step, stat.
Prior to the trip, I'd been freaking out over the possibility of weight gain. I was honestly not happy at the prospect of having so little control over my food choices and such. I loosened up about it after we got out to the site, but I came home feeling bloated and icky. Like four pounds of nothing but water-weight icky. My abdomen was actually tender because of it and I couldn't let Kent cuddle with me in certain ways. But thankfully, it's gone now and I'm at my lowest weight since probably high school. It's kind of a crazy thought. My goal is about what I weighed right before high school, pending how my body decides to rearrange itself. It's very obvious at this point that, despite the humongous chest, I'm definitely a pear. My face and neck, stomach, backside, and even my calves are all slimmer, but the damn thighs are holding on for dear life. And they're the one part that I hate the most. >_<
Still, I'm starting to like what I see in the mirror. Won't be prancing around in a bikini any time this summer, but definitely feeling a lot sleeker.
There's no doubt that summer is officially here. Good god it's hot. Our low temp overnight is supposedly going to be 78 degrees. It's not going to be long before we start to see 80+ degree nights and people dying of heat stroke. :(
I was kidnapped over Memorial Day weekend by a few of my college friends. We went camping together at Purtic Creek State Park which was actually a lot of fun. My back was really pissed over the sleeping arrangements, but it's act together after an hour or two of being awake each day. We left on Friday, made camp, roasted hot dogs, and turned in more or less early. I woke up early the next day from all the light and bird song. (I guess my pineal gland actually works!) My back was not having my attempts at trying to go back to sleep or reading in the tent so I curled up at the picnic table outside and read until everyone else started waking up.
One of my friends has gotten involved with the Society for Creative Anachronism and wanted to attend an event going on not far from where we were camping. She actually brought costumes for all of us and even thought it was hot and the sun was blinding it was fun. Not as fun as other medieval and Renaissance fairs that I've attended, but still neat. We watched a lot of chivalric combat that day.
When we got back to camp, Joe, our resident boy scout, started prepping dinner. Pork tenderloin and veggies--all cooked over the campfire and all freaking delicious. Afterward was mead, homemade merlot, drunken Apples to Apples, and s'mores. There was also a midnight trip to the swing set which was highly amusing. (The park had a few playgrounds and we had to make use of them.)
We packed up and came home on Sunday since our food provisions hadn't kept as well as expected and Joe was wary of the meat. Dinner that night was Raising Cane's instead. I have absolutely no idea what they put in their "Cane sauce" but I'm freaking addicted. Like seriously, get me into a 12-step, stat.
Prior to the trip, I'd been freaking out over the possibility of weight gain. I was honestly not happy at the prospect of having so little control over my food choices and such. I loosened up about it after we got out to the site, but I came home feeling bloated and icky. Like four pounds of nothing but water-weight icky. My abdomen was actually tender because of it and I couldn't let Kent cuddle with me in certain ways. But thankfully, it's gone now and I'm at my lowest weight since probably high school. It's kind of a crazy thought. My goal is about what I weighed right before high school, pending how my body decides to rearrange itself. It's very obvious at this point that, despite the humongous chest, I'm definitely a pear. My face and neck, stomach, backside, and even my calves are all slimmer, but the damn thighs are holding on for dear life. And they're the one part that I hate the most. >_<
Still, I'm starting to like what I see in the mirror. Won't be prancing around in a bikini any time this summer, but definitely feeling a lot sleeker.