Oh Wagon, Oh Wagon, I Have Fallen Off Thee

After my fantabulous run on Friday, I truly felt I "deserved" to celebrate a little. Unfortunately for me "a little" isn't in my vocabulary.

Friday I had a lovely Italian dinner with my best pal, where I did NOT skimp on the bread, nor the wine. Then we went back to her house where we polished off 2 more bottles of wine.

Saturday I did go to yoga in the morning, but I followed that up with an incredible BBQ with friends (thanks Dr. Dev), pomegranate martinis and, yep you guessed it - more wine. I also snuck in a chocolate chip cookie the size of my head.

Sunday a heavenly brunch with french toast (I always want to order french toast, but never do). Followed that with a few beers, then wine, then Mexican dinner and margaritas.

What the hell is wrong with me?
This eating & drinking frenzy is NOT going to get me to my "fighting weight." I am now calling my marathon goal weight my "fighting weight" because it sounds cooler. My fighting weight is 128. I stepped on the scale this morning to analyze the damage and it said 135. This is even AFTER my run this morning. WTF?

So it's "GAME ON" up in here.
Bring it.

Song of the Day: "I'd Rather Be With You" by Joshua Radin (I heart this guy)