Monday morning check-in.
I drank a lot this weekend. Seriously. On Friday I came home from a hectic week of work and enjoyed 2 rum n' Coke Zeroes. On Saturday, I drank a whole bottle of wine at a friend's birthday celebration. But the kicker may have been the 3(!) pints of beer I had with a friend at a pub yesterday. I LOVE beer, especially pints, especially pints at a pub and especially pints at a pub with a friend (or with a newspaper if a friend isn't readily available). Last night was a rough night in terms of "gut comfort," shall we say. I wonder if it was the grains in the beer, or if just the overall indulgence of this weekend was to blame? Funny thing - back when I was younger and much more of a "bar star" I would drink myself into a stupor on Friday AND Saturday nights (and sometimes Thursdays too!). Even though this weekend was relatively epic in terms of the alcohol intake for the Erin of Today, it's a far cry from how the Erin of Yesteryear used to pollute herself. Anyway, I just read that Leangains article that says alcohol is good for fat metabolism, so I'm going to ride that one for a little while. Ha!
This weekend I went jeans shopping because it dawned on me that the only jeans I own are skinnies, and I think I need at least one pair of bootcuts for casual days. Guess who's gone down about 1.5 jeans sizes since my last shopping trip? (Admittedly, I'm pretty cheap when it comes to buying clothes [also, I'm tall and it's just very hard to find jeans for tall chicks], so I don't go shopping THAT much. My last jeans purchase was probably October-ish. But still!
And this is all still while being relatively inactive as I recover from my back injury. It's amazing to me. I really can't wait to start sprinting and LHT-ing.