Back to the salt mines!

So I haven't run since Wednesday, had KFC Thursday night (it was calling me), spent Friday and Saturday on a steady diet of dogs/brauts/burgers/potatoes/eggs/bacon and Tecate Light (and FTR, I'm about convinced there is no alcohol in that beer, as it can be quaffed like water all day long with no apparent effects), did only mild and sporadic hiking, and stopped for a frybread in Jemez Pueblo coming home on Sunday. Highlight of the weekend, however, was Sunday morning, sitting by the campfire, shoveling french toast and bacon down the pie hole at 8 something in the morning and looking up to see a big ol' horking 4x4 working as a chase vehicle for a couple of Nigerians getting their work in on the nearby forest road. Criminy, did I feel fat and lazy seeing that. And come this morning and I STILL dropped a pound on the week?!?!? Whatever, not looking at this gift-horse any more closely and getting back on the wagon today.