Four Packets of Turkey and a Wedding

Confession time list:

(1) we spent friday through sunday in the mountains 2 1/2 hours west of denver at 7,500 feet. oxygen is precious to me! 2 mile run killed me.

(2) knowing that i was in for many hours of "family" time in our rented condo, i picked up lots of honey crisp apples, a couple bags of raw walnuts and almonds, and four 1 lb. packets of roasted turkey lunch meat. check, check and check.

(3) the rehearsal dinner went okay: had beef tenderloin and skipped the delicious-looking mashed potatoes, herb-infused butter, and fresh bread. even skipped the 8-layer delicious-looking carrot cake. as i was the d.d. of our huge-ass ford excursion, i had no trouble not drinking. so far, so good.

(4) then came the wedding. boy oh boy. more (huge) steak. more (no) potatoes. and then the tequila. my god the tequila. i refuse to be in a room with dancing folks without myself dancing. the tequila helped. and oh yes i was a star. then i may or may not have had a few largish bites of wedding cake. then i may or may not have stumbled back home with a group of folks chowing on double-stuffed oreos. ouch.

(5) other than the wedding, everything went according to plan. i believe my 2 1/2 hours of throwing down on the dance floor at 7,500 feet altitude cancels out my indulgence in sugary substances for one night.

(6) moral of the story is that sometimes you just gotta be a little human, even during the challenge. i'm back on the horse, though.

thanks for listening!