"Throws" in New Orleans don't refer to pillows, rugs or blankets -- they're the beads thrown from floats during Mardi Gras parades. "Throws up" is another Mardi Gras term, but I'll spare you the definition.
Do y'all know that phrase? Among other colorful things people scream at one another during Mardi Gras, it's what some folks holler at the guys on floats who throw beads to the crowds. In Mobile, they throw Moon Pies. And in Rio, they throw Brazil nuts and live chickens. Just kidding.
Speaking of parades, y'all going to the one tonight in the Blue Dome District? Should be a TON OF FUN! In all caps, no less. Starts at 7 p.m., please be there. The more we SUPPORT stuff downtown, the MORE stuff there'll be to do.
Now, back to me. It's nigh to possible that I may be getting a skosh obsessive about going to Gymboree, the pet name I have for the health club (still not jibing with me for some reason). Whatever, I worked out Monday morning -- went to Kiminatrix's yoga class at 6:30 a.m., then did 50 minutes on the elliptical.
But after work, I briefly met Banshee & Co., then went home to put some black beans in the crock pot (today's lunch -- will let you know tomorrow how they turned out), then WENT BACK to the gym. It closes at 10 p.m., and the doors lock at 9 p.m.; so I arrived at 8:45 p.m. thinking the crowd would be thinned out and I could do my upper-body weight stuff.
You see, I despise crowded gyms. For one thing, I don't want to have to wait for a piece of equipment. But mostly it's because I feel like I'm wearing a big ol' sign that reads, "I'm confused and have NO idea what I'm doing. Stare at me."
I look at other guys in there, all of whom seem to know exactly what they're doing. And then there's me, occasionally humming aloud to Katy Perry, KT Tunstall and Nelly Furtado (humming her "Maneater" song probably doesn't help my popularity, now that I think about) while ambling from one semi-daunting exercise to another -- constantly referring to the illustrated page one of the Saints gave me so I wouldn't do stuff incorrectly. They should've drawn a picture for me on how to adjust the seat on the chest press because, naturally, I slammed it twice into the wrong position, thankfully not by sitting in it. I merely touched it, promise.
Anyway, left the gym a little before 10 p.m., went to Lord V's, had a piece of chicken and watched "Carol Burnett" reruns. Nice little evening.
So here's how Monday's other vittle goings-on went:
BREAKFAST: Scrambled egg whites with spinach, portabella mushrooms and feta; oatmeal with blueberries.
LUNCH: Curried chicken salad (I think I'm getting better at not making it bland) on spinach.
SNACK: Apple with low-fat provolone cheese.
DINNER: More chicken salad after working out, then half a chicken breast at Lord V's. And, yes, 1/4 bag of tortilla chips. My kingdom for carbs.
Alrighty, the lunch whistle has blown. Hope y'all have a phat Tuesday!
Peace, love and Moon Pies ... XOXO
