Sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar, French fries. It was that kind of weekend. Don’t worry, there was strenuous exercise involved too. I work out hard to eat harder.
Somehow, The Husband convinced me to get on a bicycle (one of those thin-wheeled road bikes with the shoes you have to clip in, you guys). After a rough 18 miles and one small tumble when my legs literally collapsed, there are areas on my person that are still screaming at me. I promised her a Thai massage next weekend!