I was not surprised to see the scale go up two pounds after camping this weekend. I am actually surprised it isn’t more . . . maybe I lost some weight last week, before I went camping? LOL I guess we’ll never know now. My friend Musit says that we should really call it “amping” instead of camping, because we use so much electricity! LOL There was not a whole lot of physical activity, given that it was incredibly cold, wet, rainy and generally miserable. Oh, and I almost forgot about the wind! Mostly we huddled around the rainy fire. I did get some exercise dodging the smoke.
I did spring into action at meal times . . . go figure. We like to sort of rough it at camping, so we suffered through meals like thick-cut apple wood smoked bacon, fried taters, eggs and griddle toast; French toast, sausage and eggs; cheesy campers stew grilled to perfection by George (buttered foil POUCHES <more on this later lol> filled with taters, onions, peas, burger, cheese), with a lovely salad and home-made Amish oatmeal rolls, warmed by the fire and (mine at least) thickly topped with butter; fajitas with Chihuahua cheese, marinated flank steak and chicken grilled by Grill master Mark, with red, yellow and orange peppers, red and yellow onions and baby bellas, with my friend Patti’s homemade salsa (heavenly), and rice and beans. Yep. Oh the suffering people. We snacked on Donna’s cheese dip and bread sticks and Mar’s spinach artichoke dip and many other goodies. We had lemon bars and Mar’s “Soon to be Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies”. I have a confession to make. My name is Kay and I am a foodie. Some of my friends are foodies too.
There was Camping Coffee (sugared coffee with Baileys and whipped cream on top-at least that is how I make mine!), and boy , did Mar’s Soon to be Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies taste good with that on the cold, wet, windy mornings! My coffee did not taste nearly as good this a.m. Maybe Camping Coffee doesn’t have to be just for camping . . . ? And could cinnamon chocolate chip cookies be breakfast appetizers every day? Oh and there was beer. Lots and lots of beer.
I spent much of the weekend thanking God that I took Mar and George up on their generous offer to sleep in their beautiful new camper. I can’t imagine tent/car amping in that weather! Yikes! I’ve been camping down to Lake Shelbyville so many times, I can’t believe I was so ill-prepared for this trip. When I heard it was going to be in the 60’s I decided my crop sweatpants would be suitable attire. Maybe a wicking shirt to go under my t-shirt, just take one, just in case Kay. Leave all the other long sleeved shirts hanging in your closet. And I do not need to take my trusty, warm, lined Champion windbreaker, just leave it hanging in the closet Kay. And make sure you don't take anything with a hood! Gosh I’m dumb. Always ALWAYS take some long pants with you go camping people! That is my advice.
I toyed briefly with the idea of leaving early due to the inclement weather, but Mar told me she would get “very very mad” if I did. Out of curiosity I asked her what might happen if she did get very very mad, and gosh, she was maybe going to kick me in the shins if I left early, so the terror of that happening totally knocked the idea of my leaving early right out of my head, and I opened a beer instead. In actuality my shins were so numb from my questionable crop pant wardrobe choice, I possibly may not have felt anything. On a trip to Wal-mart I did pick up some crew socks to help cover the gap there, between my no-show socks and my crop pants. It was a good look for me, really. Very sharp. Sigh.
There were many laughs though, the best one during a game of catch phrase, during which I orchestrated a “Do Not Get Donna’s Clue No Matter How Hard She Tries Moment”, and the word she was trying to get us to say was “pouch” and wow, did we have fun. From her shock and dismay and frustration at being unable to get us to say pouch, to her questioning of her own vocabulary (I mean the look on her face when her husband told her that marsupials have beaks, and her brother telling her that the pouch animals carry their young in is called a “slit”, and then her putting her hands in her jacket packet and kind of pouching it out, doing a visual for us, I really did see a marsupial with its young in a pouch, I swear!!!) LOL LOL, then to confusion, then to righteous indignation, and even questioning another camper to verify that she did, in fact, know what a marsupial is, wow . . . I was laughing so hard I thought I may have ruptured something. I could not talk. I could barely breathe. But don’t worry, another beer fixed me right up. LOL Sorry about that set-up Donna . . . NOT! It was priceless really. And a decent ab workout too.
And to watch an 11 week old golden retriever puppy frolic with Big Sis Sophie in the wet grass. It was like watching pure joy in action. Yesterday Sophie was flat on her back, and that pup was right on her chest, looking her in the eyes. Private dog talk, sister stuff I guess. Or maybe Lily had enough of Sophie snitching her chew toys and just decided to take her down for the count? Nobody had a camera but I’ll never forget that picture. Perfect example of rain, wind, cold be damned! Let’s enjoy each other!
As far as the diet goes, back to it. I need to lose the all-or-nothing attitude. For example, if I eat way too much for breakfast, don’t figure the day is shot and pig out the rest of the day. And gosh it’s hard to stop the overeating cycle after a weekend eating binge. My body wants to know where her camping coffee and cookies are! I need to work on changing my thoughts and habits so they are not so destructive to my goals. 50 is coming, I can see it creeping down the towpath . . . where I should be walking more! LOL We did get a little dry weather Sunday afternoon, and played a bit of hacky sack. Thanks to Fat Camp I was definitely more mobile than I would have been pre-Fat Camp, and I am not sore at all, and even though I do say so myself, I still got it! I'm just not sure what it is.
Take care people and keep up the fight!
Kay
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