I wouldn't recommend trying to kick a hangover with cardio. I slept in this morning until I saw only two puppies staring me in the face instead of four, had some cheerios and drug myself to the gym. Well, if you are looking for a sure-fire way to induce vomiting, try a 15 minute run, 15 minutes of rowing, and 15 minutes of elliptical. You will give up, not that I would know or anything.
However, my morning nausea came from an excellent evening. {Before going any further, I'm going to squash the 'Is she pregnant' concern by saying hell no, I'm just a belligerent drunk.} Bo planned Valentine's Day last night by making his special - reservations! At some point, I believe I've traced it to our 5 year anniversary in Puerto Rico, we developed an expensive palate for steakhouses. Yes, The Strip House spoiled us. Del Frisco's took care of us on our one year wedding anniversary so we chose Ruth's Chris for Valentine's. Cocktails, a bottle of wine, salad, steaks, sides {green beans with garlic, mashed potatoes, and brussel sprouts with bacon}, and dessert later, my belly was fuller than it's been in over a month. Diet suicide. Well worth it though. A couple more beers at Pete's Piano Bar and I was toast. I guess I should say toasted.
Dinner was wonderful and it's always a treat to dress up, have a fancy dinner and flirt with your husband. The unfortunate migraine I woke up with this morning was only a small consequence. Until next year, or another occasion to have yummy steaks...
On a side note, I'm watching the Grammy's...how do we feel about John Mayer's nod to Johnny Depp's Pirate of the Carribean look? The Grammy's this year are just odd.
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