Jean's Day

Friday is Jeans Day here at the office, and I'm wearing the fancy pair I bought to wear on my honeymoon, before I gained all that cruise smorgasbord and holiday weight. A couple of weeks ago I couldn't wear them at all, but after a couple weeks of finally getting mostly back on track with my eating habits and getting myself back to the gym this week, I can get them buttoned and zipped and everything. They're a bit tight--tight enough to cause some gut spill-over, but my shirt covers that up. Otherwise they're looking pretty good, and doing really kind things for my hinder.

Today will mark the fourth time I've been to the gym this week, which is four more times than I managed to go in the last few weeks. I normally do really good to go three days a week, and was considering skipping it today, but then last night my husband announced he'd like to take me out tomorrow morning to breakfast and a matinee of Pan's Labyrinth.

He wants to do breakfast at Hugo's, this country diner that is either yummy, yummy breakfast heaven or artery clogging, cholesterol raising hell, depending on where you're standing. Last time we ate there was also our first time, and I, not knowing any better, ordered their equivalent of a Denny's Grand Slam, having no clue yet about their portion sizes. Dear Lord in Heaven. Their pancakes covered my whole platter, barely leaving any room for the sausage and eggs, and the single biscuit with gravy that I ordered on the side took up the entire bread plate. I did NOT eat it all up, but I got as close as I could without 'sploding like that guy in that Monty Python bit. The good news is that neither one of us got hungry again until well into that night, so that was practically the only meal we ate all day. Tomorrow I'll exercise a little more restraint in placing my order. As for today, I'm definitely hitting the gym.