Wrangling the Fat Kid back into the Closet

Hey everybody. 

Sorry about last week's guest blogger

The fat kid has no filter

The good news is that after a week out I was able to lead him back into the the closet like a tired toddler to bed. 

He tried to put up a fight but half way through our bed time story of pizza without calories he went right down.

So what happens when the fat kid is out? 

Well. 

Pizza 

Beer

 Wine

 Champagne

Cookies 

Fudge 

Wings

Potato skins

Artichoke dip 

More pizza

3 rolls of rolaids 

More beer

Bacon

Tums

More pizza

Pasta

Fast food x4

And finally more tums. 

Good lord I think I burned my esophagus with marinara and grease. 

I try to not let the fat kid out too often because, well....

he turns this...

into this....

You get the idea. 

Actually Heather was able to get a rare picture of the fat kid in his natural habitat. I don't think this has ever been done before. You have to very carefully lure him out with pizza and cheap beer. You have to be careful because he us camera shy and will hide under empty food wrappers if disturbed. 

Yep. 

No other words.

I did run 13.1 miles though
Through some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen.
Northern Michigan is gorgeous

seriously...

So now the fat kid is tuckered out and sleeping. I have prepped my food, gone to the gym,  and caught up on the voice. 

 I have 5 months until Oceanside and I don't have to jump right back into training so I decided to work on strength training. It's been so long since I just lifted that I didn't know what to do. I just wandered around the gym picking up weights here and there, I'm sure looking like a complete imbecile but hey every gym has to have one.