This morning, I decided to nix a run I had planned because it was already hotter than hell and I was ridiculously sore from yesterday’s full body workout. After relaxing all morning, I got ready to head to my friend Logan’s bridal shower. (I know, I actually put some effort into getting dressed… and get this, I even curled my hair. Logan’s just that special!) I posed with Buddy (yep, still sneaking him into every post) and headed to the store to pick up some last minute party essentials.
Anytime I purchase moscato, I immediately turn into Waka Flocka Flame. After singing “No Hands” over and over as I walked to my car, I was pretty pumped for a party. Then it happened. Well actually, I guess I should say… when I went to crank my car… nothing happened. No lights, no music, and most importantly, no AIR! The one day I put any effort into my appearance, I end up looking like this:
Luckily, Ryne was able to come get me relatively quickly. The first thing he said to me was: “Why didn’t you wait inside in the air?” Ugh, how did I not think of that? If you ever find yourself in a stressful or emergency situation, do not call me. I’m clearly not capable of helping myself, much less others.
After stealing Ryne’s truck, I finally made it to the party (greasy face and stringy hair in tow). Isn’t the bride-to-be beautiful, though?! She teaches spin and I’m totally jealous of her junk in the trunk, if you know what I mean.
There were some pretty awesome snacks at the shower. I ate my weight in cheese and dominated the veggie tray. When I’m at a party, I bring the heat! You better eat quick or it’s gone.
Everyone who attended also brought a bottle of wine and we all got to try a little (or a lot) of each.
But my favorite part? The cake, of course! The bottom layer was vanilla and the top was strawberry. I couldn’t decide so I had a little of both.
Immediately after leaving the shower, I headed to a birthday party for my sister and my aunt these people I know. I don’t claim them.
And then, one slice of peach cobbler and a slice of angel food cake later, I put myself into a full on sugar coma.
The only dessert I didn’t indulge in? Toilet paper cake. Eh, it’s a long story…
But on a serious note, not that long ago it would have been hard for me to accept a day of cake eating and couch sitting. Now that I look at healthy eating and exercising as a lifelong goal (as opposed to a daily battle), I’m much more at peace with small decisions. I didn’t become healthy in one day and I won’t become unhealthy in one day. Seems simple enough to me!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to try to pry my husband away from Shark Week.