The Wife was waiting for us at the airport on Saturday. We didn’t have any delays so I was able to give her a big hug and kiss in the not so busy San Diego airport a little after 6PM. Home sweet lips.
I worked hard during those two weeks at the Spa. I lost a total of 12 lbs, reduced my body fat by 3.5% and lost 16.75 inches of me. Yup, I worked fucking hard and today I slept for most of the afternoon.
I feel great and it’s going to be easy for me to keep up with a program now. I’ve looked into either signing up for Jazzercise (have to check it out, if it’s too step dancy, forget about it) or Boot Camp (more my dyke style). I’ve started to research a bike rack for the car so cousin S and I can hit the trails on our mountain bikes and my stationary bike and Precor weight machine have been dusted.
So even though I’ve heard an earful from the Wife about her being home alone for 2 weeks and how the animals, with the exception of Harley, all misbehaved and how the neighbors home got raided by a group of 20 some Postal Agents and how I am to never be away from the house again for that long; I’m already booked for next year’s trip. I've got be there for Wally ball week but shhhhh, please don’t tell the Wife. At least I’ll be home for her birthday.