... and wonder what the hell happened and why I don't look like that anymore. And yes, I know the answer is obvious: That photo was taken last July, just days before Vineman, when I was at the peak of my fitness. And I can remind myself of that over and over again, but it still doesn't make me feel any better or less like a fat-ass. Getting back into training mode is always difficult.
The situation isn't helped by the fact that I seem to lack any sort of willpower. I was in Portland this weekend for a short vacation. I had big plans to work out while I was there. I brought two sets of running gear and some yoga clothes. I even talked about hiking.
But then this got in the way:
And this too:
Followed by some of this:
Yes, folks, that's an English muffin overflowing with a fried egg and Spam. Spam. Seriously, it was just plain slutty and spectacular. My lips were greasy for hours afterward.
And if that weren't sin enough, there was also my very first poutine experience ever:
This was pretty much an orgy of fries and gravy and cheese curds. And I was totally sober when I ate it, which probably makes me a really bad person.
And of course, I had to also try this:
And then when it came time to run, it was 20-something degrees out and all of the bridges were icy, which slowed my scared, accident-prone ass to a walk.
And I never looked up the yoga schedule. And the only hiking I did was from one bar to the next.
And I wonder why I'm a fat-ass.