And I now know how the Dukan Diet got its name

This past weekend was a busy one. Sam and I loaded up and headed to Enterprise for Brittany's bridal shower. As much as I thought I had organized everything, we ended up doing a lot of things last-minute (ie, dipping things in chocolate two hours before the shower started). One perk of doing last-minute things was a Friday night trip to Walz-Marts and the Dollar Tree. Good, quality, Friday-night entertainment.

The shower itself turned out great. The only downside was my excessive sweating and subsequently, excessive stinking from the general Hot-As-Hell-ness that is South Alabama. I love the South but good GOD, it is entirely too hot. Brittany was obviously unaffected by the heat. (You can tell this by the overall lack of sweatiness and great hair.)

 And now you can tell who her sweaty friend is...

Sam did really well on the car ride down and back. Better than expected, but not so well that I'm chomping at the bit to make the drive more often. Steve couldn't come with us since he is Captain America and must guard chemical weapons at a moment's notice, and also, I think he wanted to spend a weekend without us, eating pizza and watching whatever he wanted to on TV.

After the shower, my mom sent up approximately 43lbs of chocolate-covered hip-fatteners with me. "For Steve." Yeah. AWESOME. Not that I don't have the faith in Steve to put all that chocolate away himself, but because yesterday I started the Dukan Diet and cannot have any chocolate!!! Cruel, yes?
It has actually not been as bad as I thought it would be. True, I'm only on Day 2, but I haven't puked or quit yet, and those are my benchmarks for "bad," so we're OK.

Speaking of extreme fun, we are officially moving out of our rental house on Friday. Well, that's what we're telling the government. In order to avoid massive heat strokes, we are just going to finally GO INSIDE our new place and look around on Friday ("move-in day"), but we don't plan to physically start moving in until Saturday. Maybe we'll just work at night. It's officially HOT by 6:30am. And I spend most of my days officially SWEATY. Luckily for us, Steve's unit is on block leave this coming week and a couple of guys (including Steve) are staying behind, so it looks like I can kill two birds with one stone here-- rid myself of the 82 Coors Light that are eating up the top shelf of my fridge and get some help with the heavy lifting. Steve seems to overestimate my weight-lifting capacities and thought that we could do it all ourselves (HA HA and HA), but I had to remind him that my biceps are only this big because they are quite flabby, not full of muscle. Thankfully, I will not be on the losing end of hauling giant, solid-lead wood pieces of furniture upstairs.

If you're thinking about us while you're talking to The Big Man this week, say a little prayer that the moving goes smoothly (same for the protein diet- HAR HAR HAR).