It's my favorite night of the year - Oscar red carpet night. We're hosting 16 of my husband's relatives for dinner, followed by a red carpet viewing party. Door prize to the first guest who spots cellulite or forehead movement on any presenter or nominee.
Please let me know in the comments what your favorite parts are. What do you think of James Franco and Anne Hathaway? Whose dress is awesome? Which star is most obviously under the influence of an illegal substance? These are the things we must discuss.
So I'm cooking, cooking, cooking and getting ready for the onslaught tonight. But in a good way.
In other news, I'm feeling better, mostly because of the kindness and rationality and compassion from your comments. You really know how to give a girl hope. Thank you.
I'm continuing my gym visits (but going at 11 am tomorrow because I want to watch the Oscars wtihout having to wake up at 5.30 am), and I have five workouts scheduled for this week. I'm not sure I'll be able to make it to all of them. My thighs are KILLING me from yesterday's session. I woke up this morning and as I walked downstairs I had a flashback to the day after I ran 26.2 miles in 1999. My thighs were just as sore, even though I didn't run at all yesterday. Must discuss with trainer.
Anyway, I went for a beautiful walk at the beach this morning, cut a little short by a recalcitrant toddler. It's a good day.
