Well, California was a blast. I fully intended to post some updates, but then I accidentally locked myself out of my blog and, well, I was too busy eating at In and Out Burger and annoying my sister to post anyways.
I always promise to do vacation wrap-ups and then I never actually post them but I am so totally going to write a wrap-up of this vacation. I promise.
Oh no. My pants are on fire. :p
Seriously, though, my trip was great. Everyone was a little nervous that my sister and I were going to end up fighting. I mean, eight days. Let’s be honest, I bet my mom thought that we were going to kill each other. My sister and I did demonstrate a bit of a propensity for making each other’s lives miserable in high school. And we used to steal each other’s clothes. Oh, and my parents took us to family therapy when they (my parents) split up and all the therapist did was moderate disputes over who stole which Barbie and why is my favorite doll missing?
So, ok, I suppose that my mom’s fears had some merit.
But, I am pleased to report, that we did not have one fight while I was out there. We even went mini golfing! The last time we went mini golfing together, it ended in tears and an extended “time out” for both of us. This time, we were loving and supportive. “Nice shot, Allison!” “Wow, you got a hole in one, Hope!” ” It’s ok that your ball bounced off of the windmill and came shooting back at you. You can take a mulligan.”
I suspect that at least one of us might have been replaced by a pod person.
I’m also pleased to report that I stepped on the scale this morning, after an eight day break from my daily weigh-ins, and I somehow managed to lose a pound and a half on my trip. If I can figure out how I did it, I should really patent it. Because, you know, it’s kindof nice to spend a week drinking milkshakes and never once passing up dessert… only to come home and realize that you are smaller. I celebrated by going out for ice cream with Kristian tonight.
Actually, what I think happened is that I was eating smaller portions and not snacking. Going to the gym with my sister probably helped. We might have learned how to avoid beating each other over the head with our putters, but we are still very competitive. Running on a treadmill, side by side goes something like this:
– Hope gets on the treadmill, sets it for 5.5 mph, starts running.
– Allison gets on the treadmill, notices that Hope has set hers at 5.5, sets her own for 5.6
– Hope looks over, sets hers for 5.8
– Allison, despite her bum knee, continues running until she can’t take the pain anymore. Gets on the exercise bike.
– Hope continues running for another minute, turns the speed down when she realizes that Allison isn’t looking anymore.
– Hope gets off the treadmill, contemplates collapsing in the fetal position. Opts to start lifting weights instead.
Actually, we were even supportive of each other at the gym. I marveled at my sister’s ability to do crunches. She was impressed that I can do a pull-up (with some help!).
We spent the whole time I was there laughing. Unfortunately, some of it was painful laughter. I had, after all, spent some time at the gym attempting to keep up with my sister and her boyfriend’s ab workout. Ouch.
