
Apparently "for a while" is a week.
I was sticking to my promise and came home, ran every day and dined super healthy and mostly vegan all week. I was feeling very good again... until we decided to drive our car to Merced for a party on Saturday night. Unlike My Driver, who is happy washing his running clothes out in the hotel sink - I cannot stand this and usually refuse to run on trips away from a washer/dryer.
So, I didn't run this weekend either. (FYI: I usually take Saturday off anyway.) We ate well Friday, as I packed a healthy picnic lunch which we enjoyed at a rest stop just over the California border. Friday night we dined at Biba in Sacramento and I chose grilled chicken.
Saint! Martyr! Smart Girl!
But on Saturday we went to In-N-Out Burger for lunch and I don't even want to know how many calories I consumed at the birthday party - Wine. Birthday Cake. Spinach dip. Spinach Dip. Spinach Dip.
Did I mention the spinach dip?

On the way back to Oregon on Sunday - an impossibly long 710 miles in the car - we stopped for lunch at Mickey D's in Weed, California. I chose a salad and it wasn't half-bad. Dressing was from Paul Newman's company and the salad had about six different types of lettuce/greens and they were all crisp and fresh. The salad really filled me up. I was a bit surprised at the quality of the salad... but, no, I will probably not become a frequent visitor to the Golden Arches.
That long ride home was pretty tough on us. We were a little snippy with each other today. It is going to take a few days to recover from that drive. But meals this week will be very healthy because Brother Steve gave us a bunch of fabulous produce from his garden!



I'll have enough energy to run 100 miles tomorrow. Or four.
Thanksgiving week will be easy. We will be traveling in our RV (which comes complete with a washer/dryer) so I will exercise daily. In between meals. Ginger makes the best pumpkin pies. Billy roasts a very juicy turkey. Lisa will no-doubt make spinach gratin.
I see butter in my future.
Balance, Terry, balance.
It's a Fast Food Freeway, but I am taking the back roads!
Until my next update, I remain, your recovering correspondent.