Bedridden, It’s pouring out of me, there is no other way to say it. Pain, cramping, uncontrolled intestinal rebellion. By day 3 of code brown, one of my dearest friends, Becca, has decided I needed medical attention. She will no longer be accepting my adamant refusal of hospital care.

I’m supposed to be tracking my food. For healthy reasons, not for starvation purposes - in case you were wondering. Somehow, between age 40 and now, my body decided to boycott all rational responses to calorie intake of any kind.

It’s all about finding the sweet spot. The balance.

Last weekend, in celebration of our anniversary, my husband surprised me with an impromptu trip to Edmonton for the Pink concert.

What can I say, he does have his fleeting moments of redemption.

Seriously though, it was truly a great weekend. Everything was perfect. From the mouth watering pre-concert Italian meal at Bianco, to the luxurious stay at the historical and apparently haunted, Fairmont Hotel. A great concert, then, a delicious breakfast, after a 40 min wait, for a table - at De Dutch in downtown Edmonton.