How was your weekend?  Mine definitely had it highs and its lows.

As far as the highs, my mom suckered me into getting up at an ungodly hour Sunday morning to walk in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure breast cancer walk.  My mom is currently a two year survivor of breast cancer.  She was really lucky in that they caught it early due to yearly mammograms.

To avoid traffic that morning, we (including my aunt and cousins) decided to stay at a hotel right next to the race start/finish line.  It was very convenient.  The hotel is beautiful, but there are SO many people that stay there (business people and such) that the elevator situation is a nightmare.  We eventually figured out that it’s best to take the escalator up a floor and then ride the elevator down and back up.  It’s a pain, but it’s much more likely you’ll actually get on an elevator, rather than trying to ride it straight up.

The hotel has this beautiful waterfall on the second floor:

Saturday night, my aunt’s boss and his family took us to dinner at the nicest restaurant in the hotel.  Way out of my normal price range, so I can’t imagine what his total bill for everyone was (there were 10 of us).  The dinner was delicious, and I did good.  Once I realized there was skin on the chicken, I immediately (and tactfully) shoved it to the side to get to the good stuff.  Also, I’ve learned that if you ever are worried about clearing your plate, sit next to a 10-year-old and get him talking about video games.  By the time you get to take another bite, everyone will be done and they’ll be clearing the plates from the table.  My cousin’s stepson is a terrific kid, though.  So bright!

I did amazingly well at the hotel.  I was pretty proud of myself.  I usually use hotel stays as a “go” sign to go totally off plan.  This time I tracked as best I could and didn’t go on a binge at the snack machine.  I even took a cooler with my own snacks and breakfast:  yogurt, sandwich, grapes, cottage cheese.

The race started bright and early Sunday morning.  It had rained all night, and since we had very thin white t-shirts to wear, I was very grateful that it had decided to stop.     There was a cool breeze when the race started, so it was the perfect morning for it.  By the time the race was over, though, the temperature had become quite steamy.

My mom still doesn’t have quite the energy that she did before her cancer treatments, so we only did the one mile walk.  I was extremely proud of her, though.  She’s my hero.

Here’s a couple of photos from the walk.

According to the news, there were more than 24,000 participants this year and they raised over 1.2 million dollars.  Here’s a picture of some people crossing the finish line:

Here is a picture of the Kansas City Liberty Memorial, which houses the National World War I Museum:

And here is my mom and I in front of Union Station after finishing the race.  I blanked out her face in case she’d rather not have her picture plastered across the internet…

Of course, my low then proceeded to hit Sunday night.  I don’t know what my deal was, or where it came from, but I went WAY over my weekly flex points.  I’m not even sure how it happened and I’m a little disgusted with myself.  (Not to mention a little sick right now.) 

As always, I’m hopeful, but don’t be too surprised if you see a gain from me on Tuesday.  I won’t be.  I guess it’s proof that you’re never quite cured from the powers of overeating.

Did you do anything fun this weekend?