Weekend ramblin's

I wonder if there will ever be a weight where sitting in those cheap plastic chairs will not almost send me into a white knuckled panic attack?  I mean, skinny chicks have broken those things!

Not the exact chair but close.

We went out of town this weekend and hit this pub and the only place to sit was on their cold patio where there were just plastic chairs.  I wanted to say "I'll wait 20 minutes for a booth thanks."  (There's a phrase my uber fat self never thought she'd utter!  Before it would've been "I'll wait 45 minutes for an armless chair table, please" or more likely "let's get takeout.")

Just the act of sitting down requires concentration and thigh strength.  There's always that initial hover, then light lowering of your butt onto the seat and then that "settling" of your load on the plastic legs.  There is always that little jolt on the legs of the chair.  It's the moment of reckoning where it decides if it's going to hold your girth or drop yo fat azz in front of 110 people.  You just pray you don't end up on YouTube with the sound of your body hitting the floor and scream of terror and "nooooooo God, not like this!" slowed down and auto-tuned into a song that'll get you on Ellen.

I'm happy to report I ate me fish n' chips in the upright position for the entire meal but man, I don't think I'll ever be comfortable in those things.

I drank a can of Pepsi with dinner Saturday.  It was good but yeah, there was my Pepsi for the year.  It sounded like Satan emerging from the bowels of my gullet every time I belched, which embarrassingly, was often.  Thank God we weren't around people at that time or they would've ran to stand in doorways while the house shook.  It still blows me away that we would go through a 2 liter of that easily on the weekends.  No one needs 32 oz of pop in a day yet I think those are considered "large" if you order a value meal these days.  Ugh, I get a stomachache just thinking about it.  We never even set out to cut out pop on the weekends, it just somehow happened and now the Mr will buy a 12 pack of Vanilla Coke that lasts him an entire year when he would've blown through those in a week several times over because it used to be a summer only thing so he figured suck it down while he had the chance.  Funny how things change!

We hit up the Life is Good store.  I love the shirts there.  I found a cool one on clearance...

That is so me and no the fact it's February shan't deter me from wearing it any time of year.  If I get a paper cut I bleed red and green.  I think I'm going to turn on some Christmas music and fire up the Yule Log.

Sunday was grocery day.  I was so not in the mood.  I had a bowl of cereal before we left and because we were lollygagging and I was picking up some extra stuff for new recipes, I got really hungry by the time we hit the last grocery store.  Nutritionally void things were popping into the cart.  Like these...

Now, I really don't regret getting these because even though we never had Twinkies around the house before the Hostess collapse, I heard these were like old school Twinkies...before they got gross.  When the Mr spied them with a big smile on his face, I gave the nod.  I won't lie, they are awesome.  They won't be something we get all the time, probably because we'll never find them again, but even with a Twinkie deal looming with another company, I still won't eat those dry logs.  Long live Cloud Cakes.  Thank you Little Debbie...I think.  Oh yeah, these made their way in there too...

Kiersten, you're a bad influence.  ;-)

I haven't tried them yet but I'll report back.  I have a feeling they're delicious.

What did you do this weekend?

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