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I went home to Los Angeles over Labor Day weekend. It was an extended trip, Thursday to Monday, and Karen and Woody flew in from New York. It was Woody's first time meeting our family, and he arranged a ping pong tournament (complete with tee-shirts and a trophy) at our parents' house for the occassion.

I knew that going home might bust my more fit, less fat plan. There's something about LA that sucks the energy out of me. Maybe it's the heat or the fact that my parents have taken to pampering us now that we no longer live in their house, and all I want to do when I'm home in LA is sleep and eat--a bad combination for trying to get more healthy. And, there's always food at my parents' house. Tons of it and my mom makes sure that we eat it.

On this visit, I also knew not to pack my running shoes. When I went back for July 4th, I had optimistically lugged my shoes with me, hoping that I would be able to work in my workout routine during my stay. But, of course, I didn't. So, rather than pack shoes knowing that I wouldn't use them, I decided to leave the shoes in San Francisco. I wouldn't run. I wouldn't exercise. I would let myself eat and sleep and enjoy a little rest.