Tonight I celebrated my love for my boyfriend.

After seeing Kenny Rogers with his dad and stepmom, sister and grandfather, he pulled into the Long John Silver's so we could each feast on a plank of fish. My love for these greasy, pedestrian, deep-fried fish of joy knows no bounds, and we don't have them in the city.

(We were in the 'burbs tonight.)

He knows how much I adore LJS and every time we have the occasion to pass one, I always let out a sigh of desire. Like so many things, the food at LJS does not settle well with my stupidly sensitive body, but we split a meal and I'm feeling no worse for the wear. At least not yet. Totally worth it.

The Turkey Trot 8K was fabulous - it was cold and and snowy and windy but I ran 11:30 miles and Scott was out there cheering me on for the entire hour - and so was the rest of my weekend. I got a facial, took another Hot Bod class, had a quasi-personal training session with an instructor at the gym after no one else showed up for the Tread Train class, saw Kenny Rogers and went out for karaoke. And I managed to lose another pound.

I have to admit that the highlight of the holiday was the plank o' fish.

I'm a little sore from yesterday's Hot Bod class - the weightlifting class, which brings my total for last week to TWO lifting classes - but I'm going back in tomorrow for another one. I am bound and determined to make lifting a priority. I know that as the older I get, the more beneficial it is to my body. Since vanity clearly does not spurn me on, my health should. I just have to keep that in mind when I'm ready to pull my hair out over it.

I'm also going back to spinning this week after being absent from it for six months. I imagine I might want to die afterwards. I'll let you know how it goes.

Posted by Erin at 10:52 PM | filed under: Weigh in