What a lovely weekend! If the temperatures had cooperated, it would have been perfect.
As expected, Fitbloggin’ Nashville was quite enjoyable. Our line up included:
- Emmie from Skinny Emmie
- Emily from Big Life, Little Blog
- Jeremy from Stellar Path, and his lovely wife Tina
- Tracy, who you’ll find @crazycatlady70 on Twitter.
- and me!
We originally had almost 20 people showing interest in attending, but our final group was small. While it would have been nice to meet even more weight loss/fitness bloggers, I really enjoyed the intimacy of discussion that our little group allowed. We didn’t follow a formal agenda but just let the conversation roll where it wanted. It felt really…comfortable, right from the start. In age, we span four decades–from 20s to 50s (very early 50s)–and we’re each following separate paths to success, but we share the common bond of obesity. That’s a language we all understand very well, and it felt good to talk openly about the daily ins and outs (or wins and pouts, in my book ) of eating and exercise and our different perspectives and observations on weight loss/maintenance, blogging and social media. It was quite invigorating, for me.
As far as I know, I didn’t put my foot in my mouth too much. Nor did anyone punch me in the mouth (I didn’t even see anyone having to sit on his/her hands). So maybe I’ll get invited back next time!
Oh, and speaking of mouths…After an extended kick-off coffee break, we went across the street to Bosco’s for lunch, where I had one of the most refreshing salads I’ve had in a while: Gorgonzola Pear Salad, which was Gorgonzola cheese, pear slices, sun-dried cranberries, and walnuts over mixed greens, tossed with raspberry vinaigrette. So delicious! My mouth was quite happy, though it would have been happier with a small slice of crusty bread to go with the salad. Still, it’s a good thing Bosco’s in Memphis is located across town because I’d probably be in there several times a week and eventually go broke.
But yummy later that evening. First, I stopped at Sweet CeCe’s for a dab of fro-yo. There, I experienced the first snide-ish comment from a cashier when I weighed my small serving. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but it was something along the lines of “I don’t know why you even bothered.” (It was $2.56 worth, which was slightly small even for me, but still.) Her tone wasn’t rude, exactly, but there was something in it that rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe she was just having an off moment. It doesn’t matter because I probably will never see her again.
I’m home again, feeling refreshed and gearing up for a strange week. More on that tomorrow!
I hope you had a wonderful weekend!