Yesterday's valentine's dinner and evening was perfect. Maybe tooo perfect. Those darn heavenly burgers at Burgermeister were just too good, especially after all the pre-Hawaii/pre-Wildflower training and healthy eating we've been doing. In a matter of a mere 10, maybe 15 minutes, we managed to devour a half pound burger each, Trent's was covered in cooked onions and mushrooms, mine was topped with half an avocado and chedder cheese. We also each polished off the heap of oh so yummy curly friends accompanied by lots of ranch dressing. So, in total, about a bazillion and five calories each. And I guess we aren't as young as we used to be. In days past, we used to be able to head over to good old MurderBurger in Davis, and knock back a sandwich like that.. no problem. Last night? I felt like the burger was pressing against my spinal cord. While I dealt with the inital pains of eating too much (I am not as big as the bubs), my hyperactive digestive system soon got things under control. It was T who suffered, even past watching "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" (aka: Eastern European porn) and some Olympics (how crazy is Johnny Weir, and how over-hyped is Bode Miller??). So it is back to the pool tonight, with a new resolve to look absolutely stunning in Hawaii and the memory of last nights dinner to get us through lots of salads for lunch. Thanks for a wonderful Valentine's Day bubs, hope your tummy is feeling better!
