Supersized Sunday

So, Day 3. It was Father's Day today. Happy Father's Day to all those who are either fathers, or are alive because of fathers.

We had fun today. It was very busy, but fun. After yesterday, when we cleaned the house where I'm staying, and I got to watch Delani while Ben and Brit got to work, I was kind of tired. That's mostly cause I stay awake checking e-mails and blogging. So it's my own fault.

Anyways, today we woke up at 5, cause Brittney works at HeBrews Cafe at 6am til 1 in the afternoon, and Ben gets to the church at 7:30 for meetings and prayer and stuff. So an early start. Delani was very happy, as she usually is in the mornings.

So two church services, a Burrito Bandito lunch, an afternoon dance off with Delani, a night meeting with Danny Silk preaching, and one amazing Chicken Salad at Applebee's Restaurant later, I am quite 'tuckered out.'

A full Sunday. Speaking of which - those of you who have been to America and have some semblance of a memory will have done better than me at avoiding ordering Large sizes in anything. I went to see Nacho Libre (the new Napoleon Dynamite, with Jack Black as a Mexican Monk turned wrestler), with Levi Silk on Friday, and I made the mistake of ordering a Large Pepsi, which, with any luck, I will have finished drinking at Sydney Airport on my trip home in six weeks...

So today I realized that I am going to have to remind myself NOT to ever finish a meal at any American Restaurant. Their servings are always so big, and being used to finishing a meal at Melbourne Restaurants, I sort of make myself finish these ones. But I'm going to have to stop halfway and leave it, or I'll just be forcing it.

I aim to come back slightly skinnier than when I left. So I really have to reign that in. Pray for me. Lolg.

Anyways. It's been a long day, and I should really get to bed. We are having an All-American barbeque tomorrow (Ribs and all), and seeing as we never seem to do anything but eat over here, I am going to try and wake up earlier and go for a run or something.

Good night, sweet Aussies. Miss you like a blind sniper.


Joel.
– Counting the Calories