I have no idea why I punish myself like this... going through old photos of myself, and then actually posting them on the interweb for the entire world to see. The only thing that frees me is knowing you all the same awkward photos in a drawer somewhere in your own house.
Well, some of you anyway.
When I left you the other day, I was a cute little (black & white) curly-haired chubby cherub - the only child of doting parents and spoiled by adoring Grandparents. Ah, the good old days. Then my parents changed my Princess-like existence by producing siblings... two here, and two more later.
So began The Awkward Years. At least The Awkward Years are in color.
Freaky times, those Olden Days, eh kiddies? Fifth Grade - Age 10. The ears make an appearance! This was the BEATLE MANIA year. In fifth grade they moved me into the EA Program. For the life of me, I can't recall what EA stood for (the kids called us Educated Apes), but today they call it TAG. Some things never change - I still love to wear turtlenecks under sweaters - but I grew into the ears and the teeth.
Well, that was fun.
Back to the present: tonight DT and I met Mary for pizza. (Steve is in England on business.) Yes, I have just lost 22 pounds and should probably not be eating pizza (or drinking the wine that accompanied the pizza), but I was celebrating. Today I ran four miles. I haven't run 4 miles since I was in college. After my run today, Lance Armstrong hisownself talked to me on my NIKE+ nano-thingy, congratulating me on my "longest distance to date"... insinuating that I was soon to run a longer distance.
I don't think so, Lance. DT (my personal running coach) thinks it is good to run a little harder/longer one day a week. So I did. (This is probably the third time in our marriage that I have done what he told me to do. He was pretty pumped.) I was really, really, really tired after my run today and it felt good to be really, really, really tired after a workout.
Pizza tastes better after you run four miles. Four Cheese Pizza with Lamb Sausage and Mushroom from Pizzicato Pizza Margherita from Pizzicato
We are truly blessed to live in the Portland, Oregon area. This town is crazy for good, real, organic, locally-grown foods. Pizzicato is just another of our home-grown favorites.
Until my next update, I remain, your cheesy correspondent.