review of Easter weekend

Well Friday, it was my sister's 30th birthday so she decided spaghetti works.  Tried the gluten free spaghetti as I have found out recently I have a gluten intolerance, makes a lot of sense now actually.  I tried to eat a sandwich and not even a half hour later I was sick.  Anyway, back to the gluten free spaghetti, it was amazing.  It was nice to not feel left out while everyone was partaking in the pasta and not have to eat just salad either.

Easter- well the bunny did not come to visit our house so no candy there.  I did grill out spiced turkey burgers and mixed veggies.  I am gad there was no candy as it is so easy for me to be tempted.  Fighting a food addiction is hard and that's what food is to me an addiction.  I LOVE to eat.  This point in time, it is a matter of winning that addiction and steering myself away from it, which I have been doing pretty awesome at.Think though I am trading food for working out, which is fine for now.  I did watch some videos last night of what it takes to compete and one lady's videos made a lot of sense and I am glad she put a warning, the closer it gets to competition time, the worse the food issues arise and pop up.  I am glad I had a year warning so I can be prepared mentally for what that is going to entail.  Not sure what to expect on that part.  Being an alcoholic or a drug addict seems so much easier sometimes, because as an American Society, we mostly revolve around food: social occasions, parties, restaurants, etc.  Least with alcohol and drugs, there is time away from those, like you don't have to go to the bar.  There isn't always a bar on every corner, but there is fast food on every freaking corner.

  I also watched some posing coaching videos, the girl that is helping me for next year has competed before, and plans to compete with me again next year, has told me to go ahead and get my competition shoes, and start practicing posing.  I am not sure how confident I am on this.  The shoes are clear plastic 5 inch stilettos.  I can barely walk in heels, feel like an elephant tramping along.  I am so not graceful walking, more like a walking disaster.  So I am glad I have a year to practice gliding.  Stage presence and I do not get along-always scored bad in pageants which is part of the reason I got out of pageants, first being I love my tattoos too much lol.