Post Valentine's Day De-Brief

My fabulous early am-miles apart-parallel play-workout-text support-buddy Dreena has already heard these amazing revelations this morning, but I thought I'd share with my broader audience of five.

I had a wonderful Valentine's Day. Bike Monkey got his braces off; we bowled with Dreena's wonderful family and friends; my sweet husband brought me flowers and bread and really good cheese, then took me to a wonderful benefit concert at our church.

It was however, not the best eating day, unless you count french fries and chocolate as a good lunch. I had what is best termed as a sugar hangover this morning. So much so that even though I woke up around 5:30, in plenty of time to make it to the gym by my usual latest of 6, I was compelled to do really urgent things before leaving, like shopping for low-heeled wedge espadrilles online and looking at other people exercise in books and on the internet.

But I finally got out the door (reminded that somehow 6:30 a.m. traffic is much worse than 5:30) and made it to the gym. And of course I felt much better once I exercised. Which stinks, because if I didn't feel better I'd have a reason to talk myself out of it tomorrow. Anyway, I learned two things at the gym this morning:

1) My gym buddies are keeping track of me. One of them pointed out to me that I was late when I sauntered in at 6:45.

2) You can consume LARGE amounts of chocolate dipped strawberries and valentine dots (see photo below) without gaining weight, as long as you substitute them for a meal. No lie!

(Full disclosure, this photo is from last year. This year's were long gone before photographic evidence was recorded. And there was no hope that the strawberries would last long enough.)