August 2, 2015
So, you know how Pigs Flew and I didn't drink for a WHOLE week? And I didn't lose 10 pounds? I, in fact, gained a couple of pounds? Even after not drinking for a week?
So, we go to Eagle Lake and I decide to drink while on vacation. I had it all. I had beer. I had Mike's Hard Lemonade. I had Patron. I had Gin. I had wine, red and white. I ate ribs, bacon, chicken, mashed potatoes, bacon, tri-tip, Gma's yummy desserts, bacon, carnitas, egg and bacon tacos and bacon.
Not only did I eat and drink like Henry VIII, but I didn't dance. Not once. I rode a my bike to the Marina one day, which is a flat 5 miles. Another day, I walked 5 miles (flat) to Christie Campground. When not eating, drinking, or pooping (sorry, Nat's scatology got to me), I was mostly as pictured in my header above.
And guess what? When I weighed myself this morning, I LOST 1.2 POUNDS! Freaking unbelievable. So, I have to keep my gluttonous ways to lose weight? Ay, ay, ay. What a conundrum. Do I stop drinking again? Or not?
Anyway, the rest of the Eagle Lake trip was fun. Campfires. My favorite!
Kris and Tony gave this to Gma and Gpa for their anniversary. There used to be a heart with an S in it on the walk to Christie. When my Little Honey Bunch and I walked down there, it was gone. So when I saw Kris and Tony bringing this over, I though they'd stolen it! LOL. Actually, Tony made it. Very sweet.
Breakfasts from George and Lisa's griddle.
Kids in an island.
No, it isn't the Lake Ness Monster. Just a giant dog.
And beautiful landscapes.
Girlas feeding ice cream to the chipmunks.
Selfies while the boys try to figure out why Brett's jeep won't start. Car trouble is a requirement at Eagle Lake. Apparently.
Au revoir, Eagle Lake. Until next year!