Getting Thin with the Living Dead (Sans Brains)

This weekend was be-yooo-tiful. Bobzilla, myself and some friends went to Lake Erie wine country (yes, there is such a thing) and hung out at DeBonnes winery ala lower-budget Sideways. I can't think of anything better than a glass of Riesling with a side of fresh-baked french bread and aged Gouda. Can you? Yeah, didn't think so.

Well, except dark chocolate. Which goes well with merlot. Very well.

Oh, wait. This is supposed to be a weight-loss blog. *snickers*

Still doing the running, but this time doing interval training as featured in one of Mz. Fit's blogs last week. This running is kicking my butt, and my knees are busted. I may have to cut back on the time...maybe only run 2 days a week. Not ready to throw in the towel yet. I love the freedom of running and the high that I get doing it. But climbing the stairs have been a real challenge these past couple of weeks. It may be the asphalt trails. I may need to hit the grass or something.

So, about the title of this blog....

In the spirit of shaking things up, I will be participating in Lakewood's semi-annual Zombie Walk this coming Saturday, April 25th. This is a great way to be one with the living dead and freak out passersby, while still working on my fitness. Oh, and Bobzilla's band is playing after the walk.

Everyone needs to tap into their inner zombie now and then. It's healthy, cheap and fun. Here are some shots from last November's walk. Yeah, we take our zombie-ness seriously:

I can't decide this year if I'm going to be a waitress zombie (I have a brain jello mold that I'm just dying to put to use again, perhaps put the brain jello on a serving tray), or an old-school Romero zombie. Wait! I'll go as a jogger zombie. And if I get any fake blood on the running shoes, that's a bonus because it should deter any would-be freaks at the park.