Okay, so it's an excuse, and a pretty lame one at that. But a few weeks ago we started hanging out with this couple, Karen and David. We've gone out with them every weekend for the past several, sometimes twice a weekend. We were at their house both Friday and Saturday night this weekend until the wee hours of the morning. I'm really enjoying it because even though I love my husband, it gets old to hang out with just each other all the time. And although we have other friends, we rarely do anything with them, especially in the winter when we're not at races and such. And some people we know are really cool, but they just live too far away.
But having "couple friends" is an interesting dynamic I've never really experienced before and it's really cool. Plus they like to watch hockey as much as we do. But instead of getting all ridiculous about how wonderful our friends are and gushing like a teenage girl with a new boyfriend, I need to talk about what the problem is.
When we get together with them, which is quite often, as I've mentioned, there is always food. We either go out to a bar or a restaurant and drink and order food, or we go to their house. At their house they always have food because they are grown ups. (They don't avoid the grocery store like the plague like I do and then have to go out or order in.) They do things like cook meals at home and put out bowls of snacks when people come over. They also have teenage sons and a constant parade of their sons' friends in and out of the house, so the munchies are plentiful. They have a fully stocked bar AND a malt making machine.
So, what to do? Quitting hanging out with them? That seems unlikely at this point and I think I'd go through some kind of serious type of withdrawal. I guess I just have to learn some self-control. Or start training even harder. I'll let you know when I decide.
By the way, I am still contemplating writing a race report for the short track race. Maybe I will do it tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just torture Ali with the possibility.
3 comments:
I love the TITLE...Kinda like having friends that drink makes me DRUNK. DG
:) I love this post! This is the reason why I am a hermit this winter with my friend Jillian. Yep, friends DO make you fat! I guess they make ya jolly too, & you gotta like that!
Bring on the RACE report & I'll tell you all about my Vday mattress purchase & the dog grooming school... thrilling, really.
I'm a big fan of food and friends, as well as a critic of "working out," so I don't know how to help you with this. But I wanted to pop in because my friend Holly recommended you since I am thinking of becoming accidentally athletic...So far, so intriguing :D
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