It was a great weekend ~ one of the best to cross my summer so far. It was my birthday weekend (always a tentative situation for me, as I tight-walk a shaky border conflict between those warring states of Exuberance and Despair) and basically turned into a delightful three-day celebration and breaking of the fast (er...cleanse) with movies, dinners, delightful long summer walks, presents and general over-indulgence.
As for the cleanse, it's over, done, kaput. I stuck to it and survived intact at the finish line (my birthday), encountering no cheats and no real problems. On day two, I suffered a moderate caffeine withdrawal headache, but it wasn't bad enough for meds. After the second week, I grew intensely bored with all foods Asian and really just wanted a handful of crackers with cheese. I missed Diet Pepsi and refreshing glasses of sweet summer wine. But my sleep regulated, my heartburn vanished entirely. I felt good. Not like crazy-good or anything, but better than I've felt since I started school.
I lost 7 pounds. And I made an "A" on my Marketing midterm.
Unfortunately, with the return of the celebratory alcohol came the return of the insomnia. I lay awake in bed for two hours last night. Damn you, delicious Labrusco. Curse you, Don Pedro margaritas.
Also, these guys are on my crap list:
Half-marathon or not, there was just no excuse for this racket at 7:30am on a Sunday morning. Ben took the photo while I groaned and waddled to the sofa with my pillow and a blanket for more snoozing. He was even awake enough to take pictures of those crazy runners as they sprinted under our bedroom window.
I'll have some fun birthday presents to reveal over the next few days. But in exciting birthday serendipity, guess who I'll be seeing next week. Gee, I wonder...
Oh, yeah, I got tickets! We're going to Pelham. Wherever that is...