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My New Beginning – The Whole 30


iPhone Pics 207Well, it’s safe to say that I’ve backslid quite a bit. I’ve been in California for a year now and I think I basically threw everything I had learned out the window once we got here. We left Germany the first week of June, traveled to Florida and Texas to visit family for the whole month, then arrived in Cali the first week of July. During that month, we were forced to eat things we don’t normally eat mostly because we were not able to cook for ourselves. So, we ate fast food (yuck) and ate whatever was available at families’ homes. It was disastrous.

Fast forward to just a couple of months ago and here I am, I’ve crept up about 9 pounds (I initially lost most of the 15 pounds I had gained during the month of June once we got back to cooking our own foods) and I’ve started to have trouble with GERD again. It began with coughing after I eat. I knew something was not right.

The acid reflux got really bad again and I was feeling pretty miserable. I knew it was time to go back to the doctor to address my digestive issues, including the hiatal hernia I did not have corrected while in Germany. Bummer.

Of course, the first thing my doctor tells me is, “I need to put you back on the Nexium.” I was heart-broken. I’ve been off of that stuff for two years and really fought hard to not have to do it. But in the end, I conceded. And of course,  I’m also being referred to a brand new gastroenterologist. Sigh.

PaleoBookI had read not too long ago about a program called Whole30. If you aren’t familiar with the Paleo diet, then this will be a real eye-opener. I’ve been dabbling in the Paleo diet/lifestyle for several months and have really noticed some differences when I’m doing it right. It’s been an amazing discovery for me. I’ve learned a lot from the book, The Paleo Diet by Loren Cordain, Phd. You can find it here.

I’ve also been following some awesome blogs on the Paleo diet.  I found blogs like Mark’s Daily Apple, and Rob Wolff. I love to look up recipes by typing in “Paleo diet” or “Paleo (insert food item here) recipe” and tons of recipes pop up! I’ve discovered awesome sites like Nom Nom Paleo and Melissa Joulwan’s awesome site full of the coolest recipes. And in the process of all this searching, I discovered The Whole 9 Life. This site, created by Dallas and Melissa Hartwig, is devoted to an extreme Paleo life. They began with a 30 day program to “reset” the body. They decided one day to make some serious, lasting changes in their diet and overall health and set about following a strict regimen for 30 days. Their results were so amazing, they began to share what they did with others. Soon, they had their website up and running and tons of folks they had helped change their lives for the better supporting them.iPhone Pics 1174

The plan is simple – eat whole, fresh foods from sustainable sources. Heal your body and give it a “do-over.” Feel better. Simple. Of course, the plan is simple, but not easy. You don’t just choose better foods, you also have to eliminate those things that damage your body.

That’s the most important part.

You must, for at least 30 days, make sure not to have any of the following:

  1. Sugar
  2. Alcohol (there’s my two demons right at the top of the list!)
  3. Grains
  4. Legumes
  5. Dairy (ghee is the only exception)
  6. Anything containing carageenan, sulfites, or MSG (you can also add nitrites and nitrates if you’re really serious.)
  7. White potatoes

I just started on my Whole30 journey a little over a week ago. I’m only on day 10. But I have to say, it’s been an awakening. And it’s been wonderful!

iPhone Pics 1190My vices have always been my downfall. Wine and chocolate. They’re my little demons that call my name most every night. But once I started on my Whole30 I turned them off. I thought it would be hard. And it was for the first couple of days, but then it wasn’t. I had a headache from day 2 to day 5, but on day 6 it was gone. I felt almost euphoric. What a wonderful sensation.

The food has really been the best part.iPhone Pics 1170

I have dropped a few pounds since I started (even though I know I’m not supposed to get on the scale. The Whole30 is about so much more than losing weight, after all.) But that’s not the best part. I’ve noticed that my foods taste better. I’ve stopped craving things. Period. Everything. I feel stronger during my crazy Insanity workouts with Shaun T. yelling at me to “push through.” My mind feels less foggy. I feel less lethargic. My energy levels are way up. I get more done during my day. I’m definitely more productive since I started.

What I’m really getting at is I love the way I’m feeling these days since starting the Whole30 plan. I feel “cleaner” on the inside. And I don’t want to stop at day 30.

I have my first gastro appt in years coming up on September 9 and I want to keep this going until then. I’m curious to see just how much good I can do for my body before I get to my new specialist. I know I’m probably going to have to have the surgery to correct my hernia, but at least I can give my body a chance to heal faster and feel better. And of course, I want to guarantee that the fix with stay put.

So, to ensure my success on all fronts, this may just become a new way of life for me. After my first 30 days, I’ll probably go celebrate with a glass of wine or two, but maybe by then I won’t want it as much. I certainly have realized that I don’t like the way I feel when I drink more than just a little. I didn’t realize how much of a difference it really made until I stopped it altogether.

So, here’s to a whole new me. I’m definitely on a good path and plan to stick with it for as long as I can. I really feel like this is a true “do-over” for my whole body, for all the years I put bad things in and damaged my insides. I’m hoping to really heal myself, physically and mentally, from all the years of living I did before I hit 40. (Yeah, that’s a scary number, huh?)

I’m off and running and nothing’s holding me back. I’m winning!

 

To a happier, healthier and longer life.


Summer Vacation, Texas Heat, Mexican Food and Beer…


Ahhh….I love a long, hot summer! Living in Germany the past two years, we’ve really missed out on the Texas heat during the summer months. And I really, really missed it! The German summer is full of cool breezes, temperatures from the 50s to the 80s, lots of daylight and a minimum of swimming opportunities. Oh sure, there are public pools, but who wants to do that? That’s just not my thing.

Aiden enjoying the pool

So, needless to say, our first trip back to Texas in two years brought so much excitement for me and my six year old son, Aiden, we could hardly contain ourselves! And we were not disappointed…Texas greeted us with its warm, sweltering heat rays as soon as we got off the plane. The temperatures had already arrived at the triple digit mark and showed no signs of wavering. It was heavenly to us. My mom has a huge pool in her backyard and my son couldn’t wait to get in it. I had the pool in mind, as well, but had other plans on my agenda. Mommy was ready for a little girl time!

Aiden spent the next several weeks barely leaving my folks’ house. I mean, why leave when everything he wanted was right there? All he had been talking about all winter is swimming in Mamaw’s pool. And that’s what he did practically every day. My mom sat on the patio and watched him as he jumped into the pool, crawled back out, walked over to the diving board and did it all again. Over and over. He was loving every minute of it. It didn’t matter when everyone else got out of the pool, he stayed in solo and continued to play. I loved seeing him so happy and content.

The Sassy Sarah Martini from Brownstone's

But my aim was to meet up with friends, throw back some cold ones and enjoy some of my favorite restaurants and test drive some new ones that had popped up in my absence. I met up with my girl, Ericca, who introduced me to Blue Sushi Sake Grill. O. M. G. That was the best lunch I had had in FOREVER!! We scarfed down dish after dish together while sipping cucumber-garnished ice water. Lovely! Next, we (my husband and I) had dinner with E and her husband  at Lucile’s, one of my all-time favorite restaurants. And, of course, we had cocktails. Within the week, the girls and I went out for Sunday Funday, where they introduced me to many of the new locations in town. We stopped in, had a cocktail or two, and moved on to the next stop. Much like a sophisticated pub-crawl.

After my husband left Texas to come back to work, I endeavoured to spend more time with my girlfriends. E had a pool, too, and she didn’t have kids around playing in it all day. So, begging my parents to look after my little guy, I ventured out on the town more than a few nights and spent many an afternoon sipping Skinnygirl Margaritas by E’s pool. Oh, how the heat, pool, sun, and lovely cocktails did make for a glorious vacation!

Lunch at Three Parrots in Granbury, Texas - YUM!

And I haven’t even mentioned the Mexican food yet! I ate lunch and dinner at practically EVERY ONE of my favorite Mexican restaurants while I was in town. I had been deprived of some of my staple foods in Germany with the exception of what I can make for myself. But there’s just something about having someone else do the making that makes a meal taste that much better. I overloaded on fresh made tortillas (something I don’t make and can’t really get anywhere else) guacamole and fresh salsa, enchiladas, fajitas, nachos, burritos and tacos! YUM! I can’t help it, I grew up in Texas where this stuff is abundant and I ate it often. Being away from good Tex-Mex actually gave me the DTs. I had to get my fill while I was home.

And then there was the beer. I realize I live in Germany where the beer is world-renowned. And I live within half an hour of Luxembourg and Belgium, where the beers are even better. You can drive directly to an abbey and buy beer from the monks that make it. What a lovely thing! I agree with all of that. BUT, there’s just something about a nice, ice cold American beer while you’re chillin’ by the pool. I had dreams of doing this while I was counting down the days before we arrived in Texas. I could NOT WAIT to have a regular, everyday Bud Light. My mouth salivated over the thought of it. And that’s when it happened…my brother showed up at my Mom’s house with a cooler full of Landshark lager. I had heard of it but never tried it. And that’s when he reached into the icy cold cooler fully stocked with ice and frosty beverages, pulled one from the bottom of the ice and said, “Here! Try one! You’ll love ’em!” And I did. The rest of the time I spent in Texas I purchased and drank many six-packs of this refreshing, perfect-for-laying-by-the-pool/beach-in-the-summer-heat beer. It was divine! So light! So refreshing! It’s BETTER than any of the other American lagers I had had in the past. It is now my new favorite. Ahhhh….Landshark!

After four weeks of pure and utter gluttony, Aiden and I had to return home. I was really ready to be home with my husband, sleeping in our bed. Something about your own bed…nothing else ever really comes close. I was exhausted and ready to get back to everyday life. Our trip had been good, but I had had enough.

The next morning I stepped on my scale…oh, the horror. I had gained 12 lbs. while I was playing in Texas. I knew it would be bad, but that was even worse than I had expected. I didn’t get much exercise in the whole time I had been staying with my Mom. I ate like I was on vacation (because I was) and drank quite a bit during my time with friends and family. And today I am paying the price for that. Now I will have to work a lot harder than I expected to get that extra weight off of me. Dang.

It was a fun trip, but I really wish I had prepared myself a little better. If I had kept up my exercising even though I was indulging it may not have been so bad. But I didn’t. I didn’t do myself any favors by not taking better care of myself. And I really didn’t set a very good example to my family who need to take better care of themselves, too. I did prepare some fantastic meals for them while I was there, but it just wasn’t enough to expose them to a lifestyle. I showed them what not to do.

So, soon I will be getting back to a clean eating plan. And then it’s game on!

To a healthier, happier and longer life.


My Passion, My Love, My Enemy…


Summer is here! I have been looking forward to warmer weather for soooo long.  After living in Germany for the past two years, I’ve come to the conclusion that I was not built for colder climates. My butt belongs in Texas. People back home keep posting about the unbearable heat on facebook and I keep dreaming of 100+ degree temperatures as I read them. We’re planning on heading back to Texas for a visit soon and I’m getting super excited. In the meantime, though, here I am in Germany, the weather cold and rainy, dreaming of poolside lounging.

But, if you look at the calendar, summer starts tomorrow. And I can’t believe I let it creep up on me this way. It’s summer and I’m not bikini-ready. What happened? How did I let six months go by without losing all the fat I had planned on losing? Well, I think I may now know the answer to that question:  Alcohol.

Okay, my friends, you’ve heard the advice a thousand times before – if you are trying to lose weight, alcohol of ALL TYPES is your arch nemesis, you’re enemy. Beer, wine and liquor are definitely NOT your friends. So, it’s time to say, “So long, Gentleman Jack and Jose Cuervo, it’s time to cut ties…at least for a while.”

Recently, my doc put me on an antibiotic for a nearly two week regimen. While taking this medication, alcohol is strictly prohibited. I’ve only been off of alcohol for five days and I can already see and feel a difference. I was forced to go completely dry, but now that I’ve seen what the alcohol was keeping me from achieving, I don’t want to go back to it too soon.

In the past five days, I’ve had less grogginess, less bloat, better sleep and I’ve seen a difference in my waistline. That tells me that I was doing everything else right…but the wine was holding me back. I’ve lost between two and three pounds in just the last five days. I’m assuming some of that was excess water, but still. I am truly amazed at how much a difference this has made.

Aiden's birthday cake...the biggest birthday cake EVER!

My son’s birthday party was last weekend and I was so afraid to indulge in his beautiful birthday cake. (It was truly amazing…a giant pirate ship! So cool!) I didn’t want to over-indulge in anything! I had a very small piece and refrained from eating anything  else. But I gained anyway.  However, just the other day, my son and I made strawberry cupcakes together, complete with little gumdrops on top. I was staying within my calorie-count, but I didn’t stop myself from having one of those beautiful cupcakes. And I still lost weight! That is the power of alcohol.

This is the lesson I’ve learned…the hard way: Alcohol trumps sugar every time.

I really do enjoy my wine (and cocktails from time to time.) And truth be told, I enjoy a glass or two most nights. I’ve really been enjoying the fact that I live in one of the best wine-producing regions in the world. But while I still haven’t reached my goal, I can’t afford to continue sabotaging my efforts.

Cocktails, cocktails and more cocktails...my saboteur.

It really pains me to think I’ve been doing it right all along…low-calorie diet, plenty of exercise, mostly water to drink, given up all sodas a long time ago…but I still haven’t reached my goals because I couldn’t let go of the wine.

I’m not saying that the occasional night out with the girls or a nice glass of wine with dinner while out with my hubby is out of the question. And once I reach my goal and I’m in maintenance mode, it will be a lot different. But for me, I’ve seen the light. In order to get to where I want to be, I will have to stay off of the wine for a while. Wish me luck!

To a healthier, happier and longer life.


Excessive Day-Time Tiredness and the Joys of European Springtime


Lately, I’ve been having so much of a problem with daytime sleepiness that my husband took notice. He actually made a doctor‘s appointment for me, fearing there might be something seriously wrong with me. Honestly, I didn’t consider that much could really be wrong until he mentioned his concern for my health and well-being. However, I guess he had a point….I am, after all, over 40 years old. Though sometimes I really try to forget that. I like to think I’m 30-11 instead. I know I certainly  don’t feel like I’m middle-aged. Jeez, what the hell is that supposed to feel like, anyway? Scary thought…moving on.

So, I did go to the appointment my husband had scheduled and told the doctor that yes, in fact, I’ve had a pretty big problem lately with feeling excessively tired. She had two thoughts: sleep interruption or thyroid issues. She decided that we should check my hormones and my vitamin levels (especially iron to rule out anemia) and see what comes back. If everything comes back normal, then we can tackle the issue of sleep interruption with a sleep study. Joy.

The beautiful, vibrantly yellow rape fields of the Eifel region of Germany.

I’m a huge puss when it comes to needles being jabbed into my arm. I would make the worst junkie EVER. But I toughed it out as they took no less than six vials of blood from me. And you know I didn’t leave without getting my hard-earned Dora the Explorer stickers!

But the tests came back great! My hormones are fine! (Happy dance around the kitchen table!) I got a prescription for iron to supplement my diet, just to be on the safe side and added B-complex and B-12 supplements to make sure all of these important vitamins are present. But everything in my chart shows I’m fine.

So, what’s the verdict? My doctor mentioned something in the follow-up appointment she had not mentioned before…allergies. I take two different allergy medications everyday and I’m not even allergic to anything in particular. But apparently, this spring in Germany, the pollen is so bad that it’s making everyone sick.

Aiden gives me a flower...

Not too long after I went in for my visit with my doctor, my son starting having some odd symptoms, too. He woke up early, early one morning and couldn’t open his eye…it was swollen shut. Poor guy…he’s only five. He was freakin’ out! I took him to the doctor, too, and it turns out he’s having the same problem I’ve been having.

Shortly after the conversation with my son’s doctor,  I noticed how much more tired he is. I knew it was getting harder and harder to get him up in the mornings for school, but I really thought it was because he’s so close to school being over and he’s ready for a break It didn’t occur to me that he was feeling the same thing I’ve been feeling. But he and I have been feeling it together. We both are struggling to get through our days.

After we get home from school, he usually passes out in the floor on the rug and naps for a couple of hours. I let him. I know how it is. If I can slip in a nap during that time, I do it too. It’s all we can do to stay awake these days. I truly have to get everything done in the early part of the day because there’s just no way I have any energy for anything from the late afternoon on. I try. My intentions are there, but my energy is zapped.

I hope this springtime hell passes soon. There is so much left in a day from 3pm on. I hate that I get to that point in the day and start thinking about going to bed. I have way too many things I want to accomplish to keep this up. Ugh.

I think I’ll go lie down now…

To a healthier, happier and longer life.


Moving Is Hard On the Waistline


Have you ever noticed how much differently you eat while you’re packing boxes and moving your end tables into a big truck? I know that I hate moving. I have done it way too many times to recall. I think I’ve pretty much always lived a transient lifestyle…never staying in a place too long. Well, at least it’s never dull! But still, I hate doing it.

This past week I’ve been moving into a new place. I’m totally in love with the new place and I’m excited about living in it. But, moving is a stressful thing to do…one of the most stressful, according to many reports on the subject.  And now, one other thing I’ve noticed with this move is how much crappy food I “allow” myself to eat. And it’s not just what…it’s also how much!

On our first big moving day we finally got around to having lunch around 3:30pm. Yes, it was late and yes, our choices are quite limited without the ability to cook at home, but we opted for a pizza place around the corner. It’s claim is “American Pizza” made in the New York tradition. I was looking forward to it, actually, as I had been wanting to try it since we moved to Germany. And it was good. So good, in fact, that I thought it would be totally okay to have 2 1/2 slices of it. Mind you, this is New York style slices…you can wrap one slice around a soda can and still have some leftover. We got a 20 in. pepperoni pizza and I ate more than 1/4th of the thing. Ridiculous!

I don’t know if it’s all the lifting, packing, going up and down tons of stairs (it is Europe, after all) but it’s like I just decided that since we were in the middle of a move that I could eat whatever I wanted and not worry about it. Like I’m in a “time out” period and can resume normal eating habits after the move is over.

Let me tell you, it’s really no fun stepping on the scale and seeing an “increase” when you know it’s not from adding muscle. It’s from eating 2 1/2 slices of freakin’ pizza. It wasn’t just the pizza, either. Since we began this move, I’ve eaten doughnuts (always a “no-no” any other time,) hot dogs, macaroni and cheese from a box (ewww!) soda (yep!) and Chef Boyardee from a can! It’s like I’m eating like a teenager! Oh, and let’s not forget about the trip to McDonald’s! Most of these things I would not eat ever, but somehow they have all made their way into my mouth during the past several days. Disgusting.

At this point, I have no excuse. I’m stressed. I’m PMS-y. I’m completely irritable. I’m doing a lot of lifting and climbing stairs. But, I still should know better. It’s not just about losing weight. (Although I’m running out of time for that goal…I’m down to just four months until our trip to Texas.) But it’s also about eating real food. Non-processed, non-injected, non-genetically modified (GMOs,) farm-grown/raised food that is good for my body. It’s about my (and my family’s ) healthy eating habits. My son watches everything I do and hears everything I say. If I talk about eating healthy and then turn around and eat a McDonald’s hamburger, what is the message I’m sending him?

Although, I know I’m sending the right message most of the time. It became evident to me when we went to the McDonald’s drive-thru for dinner. We were eating our meals and I gave my son a Big Mac. He picked at it a bit and then looked at me and said, ” Mom, I don’t like this meat. It doesn’t taste good. And besides, it’s not good for me.”

I can’t say I disagree.


One Last “Fling” to Ring in the New Year


When I say fling, I’m not talking about clandestine meetings with someone other than my hubby, Denny. No, I’m talking about an indulgence of another sort. One more sinister, in a way, than adultery. I’m speaking of my love affair with food and wine.

With 2011 just hours away, I’m planning out my last meal of 2010. I’m planning on decadence and over indulgence at its finest and on the good china. But much like the day I decided I would give up red meat and enjoyed a last dinner at my favorite steakhouse, I intend to eat with pleasure, slowly and deliberately, savoring every morsel. I will indulge tonight because in the next year I have vowed to be less indulgent. I will be working hard at my goals and meals such as these will be few and far between. They will be tiny rewards at the end of my journey. So it will be a long while before I delve into a plate so decadent again.

On tonight’s menu I will be roasting some tenderloins. Not the worst of the decadence by any means…it will be the sides and the drinks that will be on the naughty list. I haven’t made them in a long time, but tonight I will make homemade au gratin potatoes to accompany the steak. Yum. My mouth is already watering in anticipation.

The libations we have lined up for the rest of the afternoon and evening are the most decadent of all. Champagne with fragoline di bosco, a liqueur made with wild mountain strawberries. So delightful! This cocktail is something we discovered when we first moved to Germany. It took forever for us to find the fragoline di bosco, but once we did we treasured it, saving it for only the most special of occasions…like Sylvester (also known as New Year‘s Eve.)

Champagne and fragoline di bosco...Yum!

I already have the gluhwein warming on the stove and it’s not even 3:00pm yet. The wine, champagne and a small sampling of other tasty liqueurs await me and my husband as we begin to fall into celebration mode. It will begin slowly, but progress quickly as the night befalls us. And the darkness begins to set in around 4:30pm these days.

Mini strawberries dancing in the bubbly

Our neighborhood is small and rural…fireworks will be soaring at midnight. Denny will have the music and disco lights going in full swing in the basement just for the two of us. It will be a fun-filled night of merriment that we will no doubt laugh about for years to come.

Tonight I eat, drink and enjoy all the things I love…my husband, celebrations, rich food, great wine and champagne. I love to have a good time. And I love a good party. But this holiday season has brought with it a few more pounds once again. And they have been adding up over these last few years. So, come Monday, life will change for me. My waistline can’t wait any longer. It’s time to get up off my duff and do something for the betterment of my knees before they buckle under the extra weight. Monday I begin anew.

So, to all of my friends and family and all that I have yet to meet…enjoy your Sylvester tonight. Have a wonderful, fun-filled celebration saying good-bye to our auld acquaintence and welcoming the new, fresh-faced friend 2011. Be safe. Party hard. And I’ll see you all (metaphorically, of course) at work next year…

Happy New Year!


Days 16, 17 & 18: Bazaar Adventure


Wooden Dutch shoes at the bazaar

Ahhh…the bazaar! We love when the bazaar comes to town. It’s a full three days of shopping bliss, with vendors from all over Europe colliding at one very large location. Two hangars filled with handmade wares to tempt us. Denny and I love the bazaar and look forward to its arrival the two times of year it comes around. And today was day one for the Christmas bazaar. Bliss.

We got a late start today, though. Since we were so late getting in from Ramstein last night, we let Aiden sleep a little longer and got him to school at 10am.  The poor guy was exhausted from the day before.

We hit the bazaar at 11am and began our search for gifts and personal wants. One of the things that makes the bazaar so much fun is the wineries. There are tons of them that come to the bazaar from Germany, France and Italy. And they all give out samples of all of their different wines. When you walk by one of their tables, you’ll see several bottles all lined up just asking to be tasted.  And again, Denny and I had to indulge. Tasting is half the fun!

Old World tapestry of Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany

I tasted wine after wine. I tried a cherry wine that was so good we bought two bottles.  I tried many different wines including gluhwein in red and white. We spent about $100 on wine and liqueurs, which is about how much we’ve spent at previous bazaars. We bought more of the fragoline di bosco we had last year. It is amazing stuff made from wild strawberries. I’m not even sure it’s something we can get back home.

And then there was the flowing-from-all-corners gluhwein, sold for $3 a cup. I had at least two of those while we shopped. Ahhhh…the bazaar.

There was also plenty of food to try…especially cheese! Beautiful Dutch cheese in many varieties of flavors. And the gummy bears. You’ve never had gummy bears like these before. Cookies, breads and biscuits were also on display to entice  passers-by. So much to sample in so little time.

Selection of Dutch cheeses

Denny and I tasted, drank and shopped all day while Aiden was in school. We found a lot of cool things and made some (okay, a lot) of purchases. And we only made it through one of the two giant hangars. But it was time to go pick up Aiden from school.

We arrived at Aiden’s classroom and found Aiden’s friend Kevin crying outside with his mom. Kevin was supposed to spend the night with Aiden, but I guess he had been on “yellow” all week on the behavior chart and lost the privilege of a sleep-over.  But, we made arrangements for him to come play for a few hours anyway.

Aiden and Kevin - friends for life!

Kevin’s mom arrived a little while later at our house to drop him off. He was so excited, as was Aiden, that he darted off without really saying good-bye to his mom. The boys were so excited and played in Aiden’s room together with very little intervention from Denny and me. They had a great time!

Fragoline di bosco and champagne

So, Denny and I decided to indulge in some of our lovely beverages purchased today. We made some cocktails from the fragoline di bosco and champagne. We saw this drink when we first arrived in Germany and when we found the fragoline di bosco last year for the first time we couldn’t wait to try it. It’s a very pretty drink.

The tiny strawberries dance around inside the glass with the bubbles. Very nice.

Then we played a few rounds of the new game Denny bought from a toy vendor. It’s actually very quick and

quite fun for as simple as it is. We were enjoying each others’ company and relaxing into our Friday night.

Denny with his new hat and new game from the bazaar

Me having a nice, relaxing evening with my hubby

Saturday, we needed to head back to the base and hit the other hangar. We had to take Aiden with us, but there is a giant jumpy gym that will take your child for 30 minutes for $5. Yippee! We fully take advantage of that, as well. So, Denny and I found even more things to fall in love with in the second hangar. Each day we went to the bazaar we spent more and more money. Oh well, it’s only twice a year.

Antiques and furniture are in abundance at the bazaar, including these neat shelves made from old toboggans.

Sunday I spent four hours volunteering at the bazaar. During that time I got to visit with and inspect even more stuff. I walked out at the end of my shift having spent even more money. Not a lot, but some.

I tried to stick as close as I could to the DSP when it came to starches. My big issue this weekend was wine and alcohol. It’s not that I drank a lot, but I guess I drank quite a bit over the whole weekend. Obviously, wine is really kind of off-limits while I’m trying to lose weight, but this weekend I just threw that out the window. Not ideal.

What a weekend of indulgence! Not only did we spend a lot of money but we also drank quite a bit of wine and liqueurs and sampled a lot of rich foods. Thank goodness for Monday!

To a healthier, happier and longer life.