November 15th

Before we get in to what I ate, we need to discuss the fact that I found Jesus.  He's in Delaware at an LGBT-friendly thrift store, and he's only $18!  I seriously regret not buying this--Rehoboth Jesus is the Best Jesus.

ANYWAY, I had dinner with two friends last night, and Chris and I went with them to Rehoboth this summer, so I thought I'd share the (totally random and hilarious) pictures from the trip.

Sunset over the Bay Bridge.
Not pictured: All the traffic.  So much traffic.

Dogfish Head Ale House has a tasting room with awesome art...

...and free beer!

I call this "if Chris was from New Jersey."
No offense to New Jersey.

Now that we are fine connoisseurs of fish and chips, I can say that these were delicious, and very close to what we had in the UK. 

  

This would make an excellent holiday gift for a homophobic relative.
Not optional: donation in their honor to PFLAG.

I mean, nothin' says lovin' like a Sparkly Crossfit Merman!

I feel like this Sparkly Merman is having an identity crisis.
He's British, but he has a tribal tattoo.  And he clearly likes French wine.
Maybe he just travels a lot.
You do you, Sparkly-British-Francophile-Hipster-Tribal-Merman!

I'm thinking about making this my LinkedIn profile.
Thoughts?

It was a full moon, but we avoided being bitten by werewolves.
Also, it was very pretty, reflected on the ocean.

This was taken on a bridge over (troubled) water: there were giant scary turtles about half my size swimming around.
We were pretty much in mortal danger.

Moments before the art heist.

I'm gonna be honest: breakfast was a latte and a piece of chocolate.   I hope Elephant Trainer is not reading this.

Speaking of elephant trainer, I met with her over lunch, and had another good workout.  I had taken a week off because work and....reasons....and tried really hard to get back in to the routine.  As a result, I can't move my lower body at the moment.  I guess Friday's workout will be abs and arms?  Hopefully?

Pictured; me at the gym.

Lunch was (once again) healthy mac & cheese, ham, and--new to the party--an entire pint of grape tomatoes.  Plus a small chocolate chip cookie from Potbelly that I squirreled away.

For dinner I ate at the OG (that's the Olive Garden, not the Original Gangster) with the aforementioned friends.  I drank water, miraculously limited myself to one breadstick, took half of the chicken in my chicken parm home, and at 3 servings of salad because everyone knows that Olive Garden puts crack in their salad.

Overall, a pretty good attempt, despite the chocolatey breakfast.  We'll give it a Queen Maxima of the Netherlands, wearing a hat to rival the rings of Saturn.

And finally, if you're struggling today, a thought:

Carry it like a sparkly merman, friends.