The person who said "nothing tastes as good as skinny feels" was a big fat liar. They must be delusional, or anorexic or both and probably not skinny.
Seriously.
I'm sitting here eating my 5-day-late St. Patricks Day meal of corned beef and cabbage (no red potatoes, thanks for asking) and I keep wishing that it was that delicious pizza I ate earlier this week with reckless abandon. And then the Shamrock Shake I had later that evening. Or any one of the awesome diet-unapproved meals I had while taking the mini-vacation with husband.
It was divine.
And let me tell you about our little trip south to Sin City.
It was also divine.
We caught a concert (quite possibly the most amazing one I've been to yet...), toured Hoover Dam (with plenty dam jokes flying), walked and walked until we thought our legs and feet would fall off, relaxed by the pool, had fun laughing at the plentiful drunks walking the streets with us on St. Patricks Day, slept in, stayed up late and ate whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted.
And I remembered why I like being with Darrell.
Don't get me wrong, I always love that man of mine but being able to spend almost four days together with no kid, no responsibilities and no time frame was awesome. I remembered dating him and laughing with him. I always love him, but I remembered why I like him too. And it was nice.
If I could get my pictures to load to my computer I'd post them cause I look cute because I even got ready everyday of our trip. Showered, hair fixed AND makeup. I'm usually pretty good at getting 2 out of the 3 on a daily basis but on our trip I hit ALL three everyday!
So here's to the diet that we jumped right back into.
And to paying off debt.
And living beautiful lives together!
