May 20, 2003 at 5:42 pm (Food)

Damn, I never thought this would happen, but the old svelte self is no longer lean and mean. The milliner circus freak and I have been indulging our sybaritic tendancies, and as a result I have the beginnings of love handles. This past weekend, we headed down to the Adirondacks for a couple of days of camping and climbing. Whenever we’re on the road for more than an hour, I prepare our new favourite sandwich: a banquette filled with artichoke hearts, sun-dried tomatoes, roasted pepper, prosciutto and provolone, all drenched with olive oil. So, we eat this on Saturday, climb a few single pitches and then head off to the campground.
That night, we ate vegetable fajitas, and the next day added eggs and bacon to the remainder for breakfast burritos. I tell ya, we could hardly move afterward, but still headed off to do a multipitch. We were feeling bad about our expanding bellies, so yesterday we rode our bikes out to Lachine. Using this little bit of exercise as an excuse, we treated ourselves to ice cream, but alas gave in to the sweet aroma of fries and a pogo.
At this rate, I should be hitting the 200-pound mark by the end of the summer.


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