Surprised by Joy (apologies to C.S.L.)

I was seriously freaking out about my business trip.  I knew I did not eat everything in sight, but I ate a lot of what was in sight.  And I wasn't exercising because my back was wrecking me.  So I was imagining the worst.  Images of balloons, blimps, elephants, murals of grapes covering the side of a building, James and the Giant Peach in the middle of the story after the peach is giant but before it is diminished by circumstances, danced in my head

The only thing I did in moderation was embarrassing.  I ordered a fruit and cheese plate at the Padres v. Brewers baseball game.  What kind of ball park sells a fruit and cheese plate?  What kind of man who wishes to keep his man card orders a fruit and cheese plate?  What kind of sucker pays 12 bucks for a dollars worth of grapes, brie, gouda and strawberries?

My reward?  I gained nothing.  The scale was kind.

I wrote last time that I am trying to shed the tyranny of the scale, but I ain't home yet.  I raced into the house just to see the damage...and was rewarded by joy.

I don't know if it was good Karma, but it was pretty good Gouda.  That's right, captial G.  Or J.

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188 today.  I skipped pilates cuz it was putting the hoobie doobie on my sciatic/hip thingy.  But I have been stretching and icing like no other.  Today I felt some improvement.  So I went to the gym and just 'pumped iron'.   Isolated muscle work only.  No functional circuit training.  I think I will be a little sore tomorrow.  But my biceps are gonna be HUUUUUUGGGGEEEEE.