Jon made a really good breakfast yesterday: a frittata with bacon, onions, peppers, cheese on top, homemade guacamole and salsa on the side.

Unfortunately, I am just not a fan of egg combos anymore. This is the second weekend in a row that he’s made a frittata and the second weekend in a row that I’ve had trouble eating it. All the ingredients separate? Love. Together? Eh. I’m barely getting it all down. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even touch the guacamole or salsa this time. I don’t love eggs, in general, anyway so I’m giving up on the frittata’s.

We went to a renaissance festival in a nearby smaller town yesterday after breakfast. I’ve never been to one before and was a little apprehensive because I’m not fond of audience participation shows/stuff, but it was fun. We saw a show/skit/musical thing (?) performed by 3 women – the washer wenches or something similar – that bothered me a little, though. The basic premise = 3 larger women, 2 with huge boobs, one smaller, all singing about sort of sexual stuff while washing clothes. I’m not sure that I’ve thought about it enough to form a real opinion, but I will say this: it was full of self-deprecation and jokes about the largest woman – to the point that I started to wonder how the targeted woman truly feels – does she really embrace her body and feel comfortable laughing about it, or does the humor bother her on a deeper/unannounced level? The focus of the comedy centered on the boobs, but it crossed the line a couple of times and seemed to veer towards the woman’s large body, in general. She was laughing and singing and all that … but it made me wonder. I’ve always been comfortable with myself – fat and all – and I’m happy that these women appear to be embracing their bodies – but I’ve never felt the need to ask other people to laugh about/at me. I am happy with myself, I’m not a fucking joke. There’s a big difference, to me, between embracing your body and sharing it for laughter. Can you embrace your body and make it the focus of jokes at the same time? I don’t know – like I said, I haven’t thought about it enough from all angles to really have an opinion. I just know that the show made me feel as if they were trying to embrace something through humor and missed the mark.

Anyway. Jon packed lunch for all of us (2 of his kids accompanied us) that we ate at a nearby park. He packed chicken breasts (he grilled Friday night), nectarines and celery sticks w/almond butter. I ate a couple of the celery sticks, the nectarine and about 1/2 of my chicken breast before becoming full. I stayed full for several hours before I ate the yogurt/strawberries/blueberries/walnut combo … which was actually more about craving something sweet than it was about being hungry.

Dinner (also cooked by Jon) was a re-working of a meal he used to make a lot. Previous meal = bowtie pasta, spicy pork sausage, peas, mushrooms, garlic, olive oil, parm cheese. This meal = no pasta, italian herb chicken sausage, peas, mushrooms, spinach, garlic, olive oil, parm cheese. I prefer the pork sausage a little, but otherwise it was fantastic! I didn’t miss the pasta at all.

I was a little hungry later on last night, so I had a white cheddar cheese stick and a handful of walnuts.

This morning we’ve already had breakfast (I had the yogurt combo I eat each day) and walked the dog. It’s a beautiful day. No idea what we’re going to do, but I’m sure weed pulling and mowing will be worked in somewhere.