Yes, these are two foods I nibbled on over the weekend. Do I know better? Yes. Should I have eaten them? No. Were they worth it? At the time, yes, now on the scale...no. But let me paint a picture for you. I will title it, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Drew's wrestling tournament on Sunday, Grade School and Junior High State. $39 to enter. (I believe I have already announced a "You've got to be fucking kidding me" on this one.) Luckily he made weight and we did not have to pay to $20 fee to change brackets. (Little bastard lost 9 pounds in 5 days. I love him, but I hate him.)
We get to the venue, which is Hy-Vee Hall. There are no seats in Hy-Vee Hall. (You've got to be fucking kidding me)
Admission for me to get into the meet $15. For Jaci $10. (You've got to be fucking kidding me)
3-4,000 people, seats that were wheeled in for people to "sit" in, maybe 500. (You've got to be fucking kidding me.)
Standing, yes standing for 6 1/2 hours to watch Drew wrestle 2 matches. (You've got to be fucking kidding me.)
Upon leaving, this cranky, (scratch that) bitchy, tired, sore from standing on concrete all day mama wants a freakin' beer. Where does hubby stop? Hooters. (You've got to be fucking kidding me)
I am not lying when I tell you our waitress' name is Basil. (You've got to...I think you can see where I'm headed here.)
I drank at least 6 beers, they were Select 55, so it was like technically only three. I did sample the friend pickles. I did also sample the BBQ nachos the kids had at Hy-Vee Hall. I was at a point of, I really don't care. I am tired, I am stressed out. I am bitchy, the last thing I want to eat is a plate of lettuce. The pickles were great, the beer was good. I ordered a grilled mahi sandwich, hold the bun with coleslaw for my meal, Spaghetti, our waitress. (Oh, wait, BASIL, yes, that was her name, my bad.) lost our ticket, so it took forever and three more beers for the rest of the food to arrive. Needless to say, it was not a stellar, on plan experience. I am happy to report that I did not gain any weight. I maintained. I will take that.
I start my homework this week with Coach, I am hoping I can learn a few ways to cope with the "I'm bitchy and really don't care" thing. However, I'm sure there will be days in my future where I say, fuck it and eat the pickles. It would just be nice to learn some "head tricks."
Little Bro and his wife started the plan this week. One meal into it, I get a phone call from him telling me, "I fucking hate you." His first meal..oatmeal. I told him to suck it up, it will get better. I have had four more phone calls from each of them. They are too funny. My brother is already a bitch, so I feel really bad for his students this week, cuz he will probably be at cuntasaurus rex level by tomorrow!
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